Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Fugnaut
I had a hard time coming up with just the perfect name for this raging college pimple. But then it came to me, large glowing letters that appeared on floating clouds in front of my hazy alcohol infused vision: Fugnaut.
Maybe it was what alcoholics call a moment of clarity. But there it was. Fugnaut.
Like Dirk Diggler before me, I had a vision. And that vision was of the Fugnaut. Some prophets see world peace. I see skeezed out lime green fratdouches. I have problems.
