Bus Driver |
We're all going to hell, and I'm driving the bus.
Why do I get to drive, you ask? Well, because I know both the way there, and back. I'm the BusDriver. Professional Wingman.
I'm often enlisted to introduce my friends to new levels of debauchery, mischief, and mayhem then get them home again safely -- only slightly traumatized, yet enlightened for the adventure. I am a leader, protector, and puckish catalyst for cheerful chaos.
My mission is to love the people close to me, to help and to nurture friends whenever possible. To be an instument of karma; comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.
My passions are to wage war on stupidity and ignorance, suck the marrow out of life and live it to the fullest with the throttle wide open, right foot on the floorboard, head out the window, and weaving through traffic with an evilly wicked grin while giving the finger to "obstructions" parked in the passing lane.
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Yeah. THAT noise. Just sometimes it would sound like an industrial lathe, and I wondered what was so broken about the DVD's I was putting in the player until Muse told me what the problem was.
So, there this disc is, sitting inside the player, being etched and pitted by other spinning disks. I fish the offending coaster out, and look at the scratched up surface, with deep pits.
I toss it over to Muse for curious inspection when she asks me the fateful question...
Here's your sign.
Hey, quit surfing pr0n at work Pink!
Love it! Yep, combine your love for the color pink, your compulsion for order and a wicked rebellious streak, and we have the purfect pink storm. I love that you did this during work hours, where all of the executives could have (but didn't) see your OCD in bloom. Kudos!