Some more ramblings...
I figured, I'd spend some time to reflect about the time I almost had a pet chipmunk. You see, it was '82, and I really wanted a pet chipmunk. I thought they were funny, and you all know how I likey likey funny funny. It was a very innocent time for me, without the man tryin to keep me down (I don't really know what that phrase means, but I heard a guy say it on the train, and I liked his hat, so I adopted it as my own...I do that a lot, on account of me being lazy and all). I saw a guy today, and I liked his shoes, but he didn't say anything that I could "rip-off", even though I asked him to several times. He just sat there not saying much of anything, eating his lunch with some other important looking business people. Where was I...Oh yeah, so the first time I ever went to Europe, and I had NO idea that it wasn't customary to scream at the top of my lungs at every intersection. For those of you who have never been there, it is not only NOT a custom, it is in fact, frowned upon, and that is why I never had a pet chipmunk.