Hmm, can't make it. I have an appointment with my lawyer, we are gonna sue the planet Earth, because it made me trip and break my nose. How about the 30th?
No good. Can't make it then. I have to change one hundred diapers in a row, at that time. How about midnight?
Unfortunately that's not a good time. I have to cast skyclad with my local coven in a nearby forest. How about Friday?
Friday? No good. I have to shove dog poo into the back of my truck and go dump it in the middle of the highway. How about Monday at 2AM?
That just might work for me...! Oh wait... Never mind :/ I actually have to go into the past and make sure Hitler isn't born, how about say Next Christmas?
No, let's kidnap evil baby Hitler and put him in an evil baby orphanage in Tibet! Yeah, so I'll be in the time machine to go back and get baby Hitler to Tibet. How about the week after?
I can't make it. I will be feeding burping and changing baby Hitler. He isn't evil yet, unless you consider the load he can drop in his diaper. How about tomorrow?
Tomorrow's no good. Have to go have wild sex with Brad Pitt. (Think Angie'll mind?) How about the second Tuesday of next week?
Hmmm.. I didn't know there were two Tuesdays in one week. But doesn't matter, because I can't make it. I have to shave all the hair off of all the dogs in my neighborhood, and make pillows out of it for the poor families in the area. How about Thursday?
No, sorry, Thursday isn't good. I have to count every post-it in the world before six P.M on that day. How about Wednesday at four p.m?
Sorry...I gotta go watch Willy Wonka make history-he's going to replace his nasal cavity's secretion glands with candy glands! Hows 29/4?