15th July 2006, 12:55 PM
I was in the middle of that test when a golden calf appeared out of nowhere, smoking Newports, wearing comfortable slippers and had a gaudy pair of sunglasses slid in to the V-neck of his over-priced Banana-boat silk-screened T-shirt and then made a gesture I cant explain as to tell me I didn't understand the pun, which I did, and then with a smirk it told me to giftwrap my feces and send it to Albania while it took deep, greedy drags inbetween words.
So I did.
So I did.