Hmmm...my tax-bracket? my lack of wheels? war? real-estate prices? age? smog? pigeons? parking-lots? wisdom? public rest-rooms? overfishing? North Korea?
Ahh, I just lost my train of thought on that one. As I was casting around looking for inspiration, I picked up my handy-dandy-super-magic-8 ball, and gave her a quick question.
"What will I have to do to find inspiration for tonight's Fjordpost(tm)" (Yes, I actually said "T.M.," cause our lawyers told me I should...and I pretty much always do what our lawyers tell me...I don't argue with the good people over at Skewerburger, Skullcracker, Fishmonger and Brick. At least, not since they got me off for that ugly Bus Stop Strangler misunderstanding, but that's another story.
Anyways, the super-magic-8 ball spun around in its super magic fluid, before revealing the answer to be...
Do ten thousand push-ups, fifteen thousand sit-ups, drink a glass full of three raw eggs, eat an ice-cream sandwich. Then rehearse your entire stage-magic act.
While I might have been able to perform the first 4 tasks, my stage-magic act requires three African elephants and a Komodo Dragon, which, as you probably know, wouldn't fit in the Casa Aloha, without doing serious structural damage - not to mention the furniture!
So today, I'm sick of the handy-dandy-super-magic-8 ball. I don't care if it was a gift from the Dali Lama on the anniversary of my 16th incarnation...I also got a gift from Skewerburger, Skullcracker, Fishmonger and Brick, on the 16th acquittal of my numerous Felony wraps (each and every one a frame, or horrible misunderstanding...btw...) - A lovely baseball bat made by the good people over at Louisville Slugger.
I'm takin' that Slugger, and that super-magic-8-ball into the street, and I'll give it one more question.
"What is Tsunami about to do right now?"
I think it might like to have a chance at one last right answer.
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