Sunday, October 03, 2004

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire. Or, it will be very soon. Man can have nuclear weapons, Martians may have mastered the phase-shift photon cannon, and monkeys have learned the particulars of fecal projectiles but none of these species can match the unbridled fury of nature; volcanic eruption.

And, while I am on the topic of eruptions, have you seen Teri Hatcher lately? She looks unbelievable, and yes, worthy of my sexual fantasies once more. Thankfully, she has progressed from the anorexic crack-whore look of yesteryear Radio Shack commercials and transformed herself into a goddess, once again.

I would definitely give her the how-to and why-not, wherever and whenever she wanted it.

Though, I do have some reservations touching an older woman, especially one that has popped out children. I can't compare to a child's head, maybe I will just wait for her daughter to grow up.

Go to Hell