September 23, 2003
RIDING THE HULK
That's a pretty good roller coaster. Why do I bring it up? Well, scroll down. A picture of an executed murderer followed by some cheesecake pics. Can you say bipolar? I need to get on an even keel, or stay off the fucking coaster. You have to be THIS SANE to ride this ride, bubba (picture a Rorschach inkblot posted at the entrance to the ride that looks exactly like a five-foot Sigmund Freud with Grey Poupon spewing out of his nose, holding a 14 inch dildo with a Lance Hendriksen head on it. NOW you see what I mean?)
For instance, have you ever forgotten to pay your old balance due on your corporate AMEX, then try to pay for your motel, and whoops! Damn. I meant to e-pay that bitch Friday. No problem, really. I just used my personal AMEX. But forgetting sucks. Plus, in about three weeks some pasty-faced Waffen SS goblin from Audit will show up and try to Tourquemada some information out of me.
Just like they did the time I charged a set of tires on the corporate AMEX. Hey, it's not like I tried to expense the damned things. I just figured since my upside-down options aren't even good asswipe I at least deserved 600 Rewards Points. Sheesh.
So, The Hulk. Roller Coaster. Bipolar. Actually, The Hulk is the perfect name for a roller coaster. Hulk being, you know, bipolar and all.