For some god-awful reason, Jacob decided it would be a good idea to go watch the new Transformers. I gave up half-way through thinking about watching the second one. Watched the first one. Wanted to shoot my eye out. I did end up watching the second one, but I had to get a lobotomy. I only know I watched it because before the lobotomy, I apparently sprawled “DON’T WATCH TRANSFORMERS 2” all over my walls in blood.

Someone asked me, “Should I go see Tammy this weekend, or Transformers.” Pounding a nail through my ear sounds more pleasurable than both of those.