All y'all suck.
I'm so utterly disappointed to learn that nobody -- nobody -- out of the thousands of people at Burning Money managed to fly a flaming remote control airplane into the man to ignite it on thursday or friday. That would have been great! It would have been so great, and it's so obvious, that I was basically certain it would happen, by virtue of the fact that so many people would be trying. (What are the odds there will be a 50 year old man with glitter on his dick? Certainty. What are the odds there will be a hippie on stilts? Certainty. What are the odds a flaming remote control plane will ignite the man early? Certainty.)
Current Music: The Crash Baptists -- Operation Escape ♬