It's May. Cold as fuck and I missed out on Pico-day. Also I'm on iOS and can't watch flash stuff. Stupid iOS. Am at the airport, looking at planes and wonder how far back behind the engine you would have to stand to be safe. Where's the hot-dog zone? Where's the "I could sleep here! ^_____^" zone? Am I gonna miss my flight? Where's Waldo? What's the color of love?
ZJ
Go home drunk, you're Rucklo.
Rucklo
Aren't we all residents of Mother Earth, thus we're always at home? Even furer, aren't we all part of this solar system, this galaxy, this galaxy cluster and this universe? Because of this, aren't we all always home and drunk?