Silvia: "Read my inflamatory digit: it's THOMAS, Fuck-o!"

This evening sees Silvia preparing for a big date!

Silvia: "You needn't sound so surprised, Fucko!"

She squired her date around the main drag like a King, in her Passion-Mobile (actually a 1992 'Reliant')

& INDEED, her date looked Glamorous...

She (Silvia) had planned a lovely evening--

The Anarchist's Carnival...

...Ballroom Slam-dancing...

Finally, they had dinner at a french resaurant...

or, perhaps it would be more accurate to say, they engaged in some heavy necking in a greesy spoon at 11:42pm.

All too soon, it was time to call it a night...

OR WAS IT!?

Th' Date: "Ohh...Thomas...let's do..."

Th' Date: "Let's SMASH IN SOME CAR WINDOWS & GO FOR SOME SPORTSCAR HIGHWAY JOY RIDES!"

Yes, it was indeed time to call it a night. Silvia capped off the evening with a brisk 2-mile jog home.

& later that evening, as she engaged in an age-old passtime, she asked an age-old question:

Silvia: "Why are the hot ones always batshit?"