or… Trollin’ and Rick Rollin’ In The Donut Wagon Of Love.

Whichever you prefer.

The title today comes about because of the Rev. Dark Wombat’s rental car. His actual car is in the shop for repairs after that goomba and his escaped convict Asian hooker girlfriend hit us while we were pulling in the driveway of the FuriousMickHaus a couple of weeks ago. Anyway, the rental car is out to kill us all. With its strangely shaped and sharp doors it impales us. With its randomly rotatable air vents it seeks to give us cold knees and elbows. With its strange turning radius it makes us park like an asshole (and by we, I mean the Rev.). It even toys with our minds by sending subliminal messages from the radio:

See?! It’s messing with my mind.

Yesterday was frustrating. I spent the majority of my day dealing with the Royal family’s computers which were not willing to comply to my wishes. My wishes were that they do what I want them to do. Luckily, I had brought my bow along so that I could squeeze in a little practice while waiting on computers to do stuff that they didn’t want to do. I was a bit rusty from missing practice for nearly two weeks, so I figured I needed a little catch up. I managed to vent most of my frustrations into the targets via pointing sticks and synthetic gut string stretched across a bent stick. Archery can be so romantic, don’t you think?

After archery and computers, I ran with the Rev., Maruberu Gaaru, and Furious Jessy to Asian markets. There was a new one that we hadn’t checked out, so we headed there first. Please check out FJ’s web presence to enjoy the excellent things we saw there and at the other market. I don’t know how I managed to get out of there without one of those “Rocket” spoons. Oh, yeah, now I remember. It is because I had to go pick up Teacher Sis’s new appliances. So, the Rev. and I hauled butt to get to Sears and get those things and take them to her house (with Lord Steel Bear preventing me from losing them along the highway). We made it!

In other news, Master Enormous Genitals and Kukki sent me a present. I had meant to pick up a map of Japan while I was actually there, but I forgot. So, they got me one and mailed it over. Aren’t they the sweetest? It got a little squished in tube form, so I decided to flatten it back out by letting it have a little R&R (not the curry place) under my 600 dollar textbooks. Kingston decided to help out, too:

And that pretty much summed up yesterday. Today is starting out with a trip to the bank for Jesus. And Batman only knows where it’ll end up. Have a great day. More soon. ~SC