Let’s get ready to rrraaaaaaaaaaaannnndddddddoooomm!
Well, are you ready? Do you know what to do? Don’t look at me, I took advantage of your momentary confusion to get a head start. I’m competitive that way.
Me: “What do you think happens to Mini-Pops when they’re too old to be Mini-Pops? You’d think at least one of them would go on to fame and fortune, or something.”
Alfred: “Soylent Green. They’re fuel for the next generation of Mini-Pops.”
(UPDATED: I can't believe y'all don't know what the Mini Pops are. I desperately wanted their albums when I was a kid; I don't know why I didn't just get the ORIGINAL music, but whatevs. Here: http://www.minipopkids.com/mpk6.php )
I’ve blocked four IP addresses from that John Rambo guy who keeps trying to get me to boycott American Women. I’m telling you, I’VE TRIED, I just can’t quit you guys.
How the zombie plague will really get started. (Because, well, that WOULD totally be hilarious.)
I have a job interview for a job that I reeeeeaaaalllly want this week. Send me good vibes, and maybe it will help me to not vomit. Or at least not vomit at a really inopportune time.
My laptop is back and virus-free, yay! And fully functional. Other than that missing software. And…the charge cord they claimed they didn’t have, so I had to buy a new one. For $120.
But they completely forgot to charge me the $190 for the virus removal, so I guess I’m ahead of the game.
You know, I can’t say as I’d recommend the Geek Squad.
And now, before the time bomb they planted explodes, I think I’ll be done.
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