tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-64952572541551210352007-11-07T14:10:00.000-06:002007-11-07T14:10:20.485-06:002007-11-07T14:10:20.485-06:00<div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><font face="arial">I was having so much fun, you know. My life was perfect. I found the most gorgeous girl in the world, and even if she was a bit of a robot I knew that we had a destiny together. When we pranked that drunk cheerleader the other day, that was the best night of my life. I felt like Claire and I could truly rule the world. She won the accolades of her cheerleading peers, and I felt like I could do anything. And I did. I thought, 'hey, I'm this awesome alien, I can do whatever I want.' I threw eggs at Governor Schwarzenegger, took a dump in Jessica Simpson's swimming pool, and stole a polar bear cub from the San Diego Zoo. Then I rested up a bit, took a shower, and made waffles for my perfect girlfriend.</font></div><font face="arial"></font></div><font face="arial"></font></div><font face="arial"></font></div><br /><p><font face="arial">My Claire is more heartless than any robot can ever be.</font></p><br /><p><font face="arial">She led me like a cow to the slaughter into the evil clutches of the man in the horn-rimmed glasses. But I'll get mine, because now I know where to find him.</font></p><br /><p><font face="arial">Mark my words, his time on this earth is coming to an end. And I don't mean that I'm going to send him off in a UFO. I mean I am going to kill him.</p><br /><div><br /></div></font><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><font face="arial"></font></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><font face="arial"><br /><br /></font></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div>Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183103128403640972noreply@blogger.com8