Veruca Salt ordered a double decker with green musty sneaker insoles infested with pond scum and hairy maggots with fleas equipped with squirt guns aimed at the planet Uranus. "URANUS" they said, angrily. Optical illusions weird me out because I wear strange underwear specially designed to play the Transformers' transforming sound and block rays from stray m&m's but not the peanut ones. Meanwhile, zombies uprising in Alabama paved a driveway purple with yellow hearts of all different sizes. Otomatapia, unlike antidisestablishmentarianism is a shorter dyfunction in a coma induced utopia after licking doorknobs profusely covered in sweaty socks and grilled kangaroos a la mode. Better than that, Big dogs beg beyond control of remotes during waterpolo sheep contests titillate smoke stacks between innings before Price is Right. Immense replaced confined pickles caught



