Optimus and I have finally made the world’s smallest cold fusion stun gun. What makes this story doubly crazy is that Optimus and I collaborated via Skype while he is vacationing in New Zealand – which means that it took place on Wednesday, but really Thursday if it was our Wednesday. Or Tuesday – which means it did not happen today in any place because it is Thursday here. But probably not yesterday either because that would mean our Tuesday which was two days ago. Sorry for the confusion. In my defense I am dangerously under-caffeinated right now. – ShaanÂ
I’m not trying to cover my forehead. What? Because I was crushing juice boxes with it? Uhhhhh – okay. That sounds way better then me explaining how I detached my forehead and loaned it to Mr. Potatohead while his forehead gets laser tattoo removal. [For those of you who were wondering: BAKED – it was BAKED. In all caps.] – Shaan
How? I ask you: How can you tell if it’s a good time to ask Mom if you can ride a dinosaur that’s riding a train inside a space station? Impossible – because she always looks permanently agitated and exhausted all the time. – Kiran
