The other night I went in there with Mrs. Noisewater, and the lady at the counter said, "Oh, hey Mad Max!" Evidently I was in there one night telling her that I was going to watch a "Mad Max" film that night whilst consuming burgers. I was astonished that she had never heard of the one and only Mad Max, post apocalyptic hero in a world fighting over precious oil. I didn't ask much more about our conversation that night because Mad Max (that's me) was a little embarrassed.
I never understood how those marauders in the Mad Max films found oil such a precious and dwindling commodity, yet they built giant V8 monstrosities and just went around cruising, looking for trouble in their S & M outfits. You would think they would only drive somewhere when they absolutely had to. I guess the more I think about it, marauding S & M types wouldn't likely be conservationists.
Anyway, I really do have to slow down on the drinking and late night eating. All those burgers and beer are rough on the waist line, and the alcohol could make my mind slower. What I'm trying to say is that if the apocalypse goes down I'll need to have my mind sharp and look sexy in my leather bondage outfit.
|My outfit will likely be like the one second from the left.|