Monday, May 28, 2007

Tuesday needs to be the new Monday...

'Cause really?

Monday is a spiteful bitch. And to honour that bitch, here's another math problem:


If a veggie sandwich is eaten on a train going 60 mph at approx. 9 pm, and the mayo that was used on said sandwich was "off" {read: rancid}, and the consumer of said sandwich has no Gravol left, what will happen when her stomach realizes this at approx. 1 am?


You seriously do not want to know.

Shakes a weak fist-in-air at the injustice. Damn you, Monday, damn you!