“Well, you told me I have a plethora. And I just would like to know if you know what a plethora is. I would not like to think that a person would tell someone he has a plethora, and then find out that that person has no idea what it means to have a plethora.”
I’m patiently awaiting the Apocalypse. Some say it will be zombies, some say the aliens will finally colonize, while others claim the machines will rise up and kill us all. Personally, I’m hoping for Gozer. A 100 foot marshmallow man is the kind of Armageddon I could really get behind.