My sister and I always seem to create band names on accident. While waiting in the tiresome lines of Indiana Jones - The Ride (you know the part of the line where there is all those skulls on stakes!!), and we pointed at the skulls and discussed these craniums...these skulls...these...skulls of the conquered, if you will. We decided that if we ever have a death-metal band, we'll perform nude and call ourselves Skulls of the Conquered.
And today, at Wendy's, after gorging ourselves on disgusting food, I called her a pampered heathen.
Isn't that simply the cats pajamas!!
Pampered Heathen!!
Now that I think about...The Cats Pajamas would be really cool too!
Excuse me while I go congratulate myself on being bizarre.
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