Friday, January 20, 2006

Michael Jackson Dance-a-like?

My friend Sarah D sent me this email when she saw my attempt create a picture like I was scaling the Torres del Paine...

Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize your neighborhood
And whoever shall be found
Without the souls for getting down
Shall stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse shell

The foulness stench is in the air
The funk of 40,000 years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you to fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
Because no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the THRILLER!
*psychotic laughing*

This is my best Thriller impression that I can do...oh, yea! still got the moves...


Anonymous said...

How are you ever going to work in a cubicle again? BTW, you are about twice as tall as Chuck Norris. Glad to hear you want to fly inside the plane - poor Mom is worrying enough.


Anonymous said...

Oh, the Thriller! Silly me - I thought it was a S.A. drunk test!

Forget Miller - you are living the High Life!