was once called "The king of all things awesome". Then the homeless man who said it was thrown in the drunk tank, and I never saw him again. Which sucks, its hard to be a king when your entire kingdom just went to the tank.

Well. It would start at 6 am. You would wake up to a pebble bouncing off youre bedroom window. "who the f@#$ is that?" you would think. When you got to your window, I would be standing there, basking in the morning sun, Playing "Baby Got Back" on the trumpet. Obviouslly the mere sight of me would melt the anger of being awoken from your sleep, and you would come darting out on the lawn to meet me.
Our day would begin with a trip to the laundrey mat. But this is no ordinary trip, for the night before, I left costumes in several machines. So, with me dressed as rocky, and you as bullwinkle, we will spend the first hours of the morning travelling about the city on the bus, seeing how morning commuters would look at us. After this, we will shed our costumes and head out to the beach. Upon arrival, the original cast of the "A team" will wrestle the cast of "Happy Days" for our amusement. After they are finished, and the bodies are given a proper burial at sea, we will enjoy a picnic lunch at the ocean.
We will then spend the next hour walking about downtown halifax, throwing rolexs at homeless people and old shoes at people in fancy suits and cars in the hopes of inciting some sort of class war that will upset the socio political climate for years to come. Followed by ice cream.

Then ill probably be tired and go home and take a nap. you of course will wait on my front porch, eagerly humming to youself in anticipation of my return.

After I wake up, and you explain to me who you are and why you are on my porch, if i haven't shot you, we will hold hands and sit on the highway overpass as the sun sets, watching the trucks drive by, wondering where they might be going, and what immigrants they might be carrying. Once nighttime arrives, you will realize you have fallen madly in love with me, and beg me to marry you. I will quickly explain that in the southern regions of guatamala, couples are married through an elaborate procedure involving dressing as rocky and bullwinkle and riding about on the bus. So technically, we already are married.

I will then explain that I have actually travelled back in time from the future to prevent you from being killed, for our son will one day lead the revolution against the machines. At this moment I am killed by a cyborg from the future, and you spend the next several hours running in terror untill the machine is destroyed.

At this point you will realize that we never consumated our marriage, and that no son will be born. The machines win, and humanity is destroyed.

And that is our first date.