So you know those giant multi-level trucks that are used to transport cars to dealerships and whatnot? And all the cars are all chained up there and when you're little and in the backseat you look out and think, "AGGGHHH ALL THOSE CARS ARE GOING TO ROLL OVER US!" but then your dad says, "Not possible, Squishy. No way no how. Never never never never happens." So then you continue on for years in your automobile-centered existence, secure in the knowledge that, though anything from a jet airplane to a fuel tanker to an asleep guy to a chicken could come raging straight at you at any time, those trucks with all the cars on them? Yeah, those are ABSOLUTELY NO THREAT, BABY.
On my way to work this morning I saw one of those trucks... and all of its car babies were sorely scattered across the freeway, all those chains loose and just blowing in the wind.
I've based my entire behavioral existence on some fundamental "possible" and "not possible" facts. "Cars Falling Off The Transport Truck" is one of the core NOT POSSIBLE principles. "
Light As A Feather, Stiff As A Board" and "Normal And Healthy Couples Who've Had A Threeway" are close seconds, but that truck thing... that was my nucleus. I'm not sure what to do now.
I mean, besides invite some random chick over to fool around.
And then try to levitate her.
