Picture this. In a small forest east that river over by that tree with the burning things and five score zingo miles ago. Three mice with pants on strings found twenty-five moose ear maggot farm. Did I ever tell you about the Buick with ski lodge eyes? Don't touch that berry with felt roots. Hip pop got a sock. Bloody hell! What ever happened to the days of complete sandy coffee dishes with rude hats and pit for a copper. Land ho! Isn't that two cups of sugar? Super, supper or soft in replace. Hot rot in a cot. Roger that. Over. Ten-five and a half. Enjoy the show!