Yay!

If you could see me, you would see that I am smiling right now.

This Natasha, she is an interesting and amusing woman who I am happy to have met... and who I will be happy to be going to something called Playland with later this evening.

I hope Playland is an amusement park, and not a euphemism. Because I want to ride the Grav-o-tron.

'Ride the Grav-o-tron' is not a euphemism. I'm not sure what it could be a euphemism for, even. Seriously... it's one of those rides that spin you around real fast and pin you to the wall with centrifugal force. Seriously... I'm not even being sarcastic, that couldn't possibly refer to anything. "Hey baby, I'd like to ride your Grav-o-tron..." it doesn't even sound right. 'Grav-o-tron' is just not a sexy word... probably because '-tron' is a distinctly sexless suffix.

That being said... Tasha's got a damn fine Grav-o-tron...