Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.

Sunday, July 03, 2005

Under the blaring chords of Rammstein, I just dropped the meatballs into the gravy... In eight hours, we eat.

Du... Du hast... Du hast micht.

Or, perhaps more appropriately:

Ficht nicht mit der Raketmensch.
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