
Today's post comes to you from the stratosphere. It's a little early because I'm going to be on the road this evening. I spent this morning packing. Everybody's having a big Christmas gathering at my grandparents place in Fort Walton Beach, Florida. Apparently there'll be like, 15 of us staying there. Looking forward to that.
Guess what else I'm looking forward to? Being the asshole on the plane that's hacking up a lung behind you. It's like jury duty, everybody takes turns. I'm all hopped up on Sudafed. No wonder it's an ingredient in meth.
Speaking of medication, are you familiar with RLS syndrome or Restless Leg Syndrome? It's a disease that makes your legs... well, restless. I'm convinced that it's completely bunk, but guess what? Half of the RLS medications increase your urge to have sex and gamble. I'm not joking.
"I'm $65,000 in debt and I've started having sex with people I've never met before, but I don't feel like I need to move my legs anymore. Thank you Mirapex."That just cracks me up. Sort of like how Viagra leads to blindness. I guess Mother was right.
Anyhow, today's drawing is an astronaut from the distant future in which everybody speaks leet (1337). Leet speak is basically the universal language of web-lingo. Even though "LOL" stands for laugh out loud, which is in English, "LOL" is used and understood around the world by any number of internet savvy folks. While I don't necessarily approve of web lingo, I certainly do like the idea of being stranded in Thailand and writing "BRB" on a sheet of paper and being understood.
I'd love to write more, but I think I need some sexy gambling.
Labels: 1337, Astronaut, Leet, RLS