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30 November 10

Time Machine

  • Do me a favor. If I ever develop a time machine out of a DeLorean, never let me go back in time and change history while inebriated. It's kind of a big risk.
  • Consider it done.
  • Thanks. It's really important. I've entrusted this task to you. If I ever get my hands on plutonium stolen from Libyans, you gotta be on your toes.
  • Will do. As long as you ensure that if I slip up and let you do it you prevent me from, like, fucking Abraham Lincoln.
  • Okay, but no promises if either of us gets mixed up somewhere with a Kennedy. I might just let that happen. Because really, who would it hurt?
  • Can we make sure we hit up the late 80's? Dibs on JFK, Jr. He was a fucking hottie.
  • Shotty a pit stop in the early 60's. There's some business I gotta take care of with a college-aged current Vice President.
  • Bring him to a train station and the night will be unforgettable.
  • Now that we're talking about it, a drunken time travel escapade doesn't sound so bad. We need to find a DeLorean.
  • Agreed. Han Solo-era Harrison Ford here I come. Literally.
  • Best spring break ever.
Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh