i’m surprised biff hasn’t been paradoximacated by killing himself as a kid, with all this time travelling stuff. actually, i don’t think he’s ever been a kid.

i don’t know what it means, either, so don’t ask.

http://www.thebookofbiff.com/2007/09/06/328-chair/

Hmm. I wonder. Biff’s eyebrows as a carjacking weapon? My mind goes very strange places.

I have never run out of gas, despite the fact that the gas gauge on my car is busted. It still moves up and down, but somewhere between when it reads that you have 1/4th of a tank and 1/8th of a tank is when you run out of gas. When it was my father’s car he ran out of gas in it - that’s how we found out the gauge was busted - and recently my sister, who is using it while I’m at college, ran out of gas in it, but I never have. Though, the first time I put gas in it, I opened up the little door thingy and inside there’s a hornet starting to build a nest. Fortunately I noticed it before I reached for the twist-off cap thingy, else I probably would have been stung. It was weird, ’cause you’d think the gas fumes would kill the thing. Freaked the crap outta me - it’s been years since then and (except for in the winter) I still expect to see a hornet or some other kind of mean insect there when I go to put gas in my car.