So the prevailing wisdom appears to be: Dope yourself with some sort of CNS depressant, then crank up the stimulants so that the end result is: Awake, but not caring. Right?
Just don't do what Homer Simpson did when he became a truck driver and scarfed down gobs of sleeping pills and Stimu-crank.
I read this as "I could smoke pot and work out."
Now *that* would be an awesome job.
Sounds like your job search is going pretty well, java! And Europe! Yay!
I was able to give him the first four-leaf clover of the season on his birthday. I'm very pleased about that.
Aw! That's so sweet.
Just don't do what Homer Simpson did when he became a truck driver and scarfed down gobs of sleeping pills and Stimu-crank.
Hm. Maybe I can get one of them trucker auto-pilot gizmos.
Moving ~ma to the Miracleborns.
Happy birthday to Pete!
Dope yourself with some sort of CNS depressant, then crank up the stimulants so that the end result is: Awake, but not caring. Right?
I can do this with my iPod.
Miracleman, drugs for you, snacks for them. Be reasonable about making pit stops when they want to. Earplugs earplugs earplugs.
Cindy is wise. I would probably add some benadryl for Emeline to that list too.
MM, perhaps the best plan would be to drug everyone EXCEPT the driver. Calm would reign ... and said driver would have their choice of music with no complaining.
I know the real reason the Miracleborns are moving. There are too many contenders for Evil Overlord in LA and the good minions are taken and the real estate prices for Lair O' Evil are just impossible. Michigan has greatly superior opportunities for a future of "You must bow down before me, mwah ha!"