Somewhere else something different is twisting plaid sofas into striped recliners with huge arms and tattoos on their pierced cushions. Futons filled in for later relaxation on the lake filled with root beer and peanut butter popsicles making for a lot of fun. Godzilla bought moisturizing lotion to soothe his pet komodo dragon because chaffing thighs are often in need of liposuction to reduce heat mongering gnomes to snivelling pastry chefs that can't cook ice cream without coffee. Closet doors are gateways out of the abyss, nectar filled and slippery, they often induce uncontrollable hiccups which propel the orcs of Mordor to sneeze on unsuspecting Trekkies and Tribbles and Tigers, oh my! Anticipation builds. Excitement is unavoidable when UPS binds us to B&H and delivers squid parts instead of Viagra laced neck straps de jour. Demigods chatter like teenagers at a drive-in 80's flick with squeaky speakers crackling and smelly pizza evaporating aromas of unearthly earthworms vomiting decomposed Transformers and jelly beans. Oh! Birthday cakes! Mmmmmm! Unfortunately, the mud pies taste like piss and vinegar when eaten in an evening gown in a cave. The darkness surrounds the idiot who invented light bulb. Radio and tv create prepubescent angst against everything entertaining and pure except for Southpark




