Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Plastic Man
You know, some days I wake up and feel infused with divine purpose. I want to change the world. Save orphans from drowning and plant trees in the rain-forest. Feed a homeless man or simply smile at a nun.
Other days I want to get my tongue pierced, put on mascara and lick a cutie’s chin.
But it looks like Plastic Man beat me to it.
Oh well. Maybe I can clean a penguin instead.
