jokes on us.

last night, somewhere around 9ish, honey and i walked outside to let harley run around in the big yard so he could drain his lizard. it was freezing outside.

colder than a penguin's balls in antartica.

looking back, i wish i could've farted just to see if you could see that air, because you could sure as hell see the air you breathed out your booger tunnels.

anyways, back to what i was saying... so honey and i were standing there waiting on harley. i turn and face the road and look up at the sky. now see, i didn't have my glasses on so all the stars were blurry. but, i saw what looked like a HUGE shooting star. that bitch looked like a HUGE ball that was on FIRE.

it was brighter than Mr. T's gold chains at a BET convention. okay, seriously.

realizing i didn't have my eye balls on, it kind of freaked me out a little bit. i mean, i could plainly see how big it was, and its trail it left behind. shooting stars seem to be small, fast, and further away. but this- seemed much closer than somewhere out there on Zeus' dance floor, like other shooting stars. this moved too slow.

were you expecting another joke? its called anticipaaaaaaaaaaaation.

this thing, whatever it was up there, it really did freak me out. i mean, it was like it wasn't computing properly in my head. ya know? sounds crazy, but i swear. that thing was freaky. i am so going to wonder what that thing was for the rest of my life.

......that's what yo mama said last night!!

i amuse myself. i really do. i suppose that can be a good thing when boredom strikes. but its also kind of... "mentally slow" too. aye. i'm tired and out of jokes now. *sigh* but whatever that thing was that we saw, it was seriously freaky. i'll close this with a fitting quote:

Pumbaa: Hey, Timon, ever wonder what those sparkly dots are up there?
Timon: Pumbaa, I don't wonder; I know.
Pumbaa: Oh. What are they?
Timon: They're fireflies. Fireflies that, uh... got stuck up on that big bluish-black thing.
Pumbaa: Oh, gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away.
Timon: Pumbaa, with you, everything's gas.