So, occassionally I'm sitting here, concentrating..

And a random thought will pop into my head:

Of when I was a wee lad (like 6 years old) and we were vacationing in Ocean City NJ. One evening these guys on choppers come roaring into the hotel complex, do a circle, and then roar out.

And my aunt mutters something about "terrible.. people.. motorcycles" its a blurr. But a recurring although rare blurr of weird thought that shows up at the most inopportune time.

Choppers, aunt Suzy, Ocean City.

...Must...Post...On...JoS...Off...

What are you, some kind of retarded sea creature?

Nice try, but monkey it stays.

I think part of me just died becaue I read this post. Thanks for killing 5 seconds of my soul!

Recover those 5 seconds reading Grahame Greene's "Travels with my Aunt"

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0140185011/qid=1110497869/br=1-19/ref=br_lf_b_19//103-0895988-7554227?v=glance&s=books&n=70296

Why not retarded sea monkey?

Retarded monkey see, retarded monkey do?