Waiting Games
I was thinking though, when I die I want to be preserved in that goo that they put disecting specimins in so that I can come back to undeadness when the zombie horde attacks. In 2046. On March 12th. At 2:03PM.
11 minutes and still no teacher.
I've decided that my destiny is to be the greatest staple gun shooter in the west. And by west I mean the midwest. And by midwest I mean the greater Chicagoland area. And by that I mean the greatest in my room. I like shooting my TV with staples.