Good show ole man winter, can't frost the smallest string quartet all hopped up on a snail with press on nails scratching on the roof of a tiki hut in Northern Nebraska across from the Taco emporium and warehouse for midgets on drywall stilts from the underground tavern. The flashing Beer mugs overflowing with molten lava and peach schnapps produced enough acid to loosen the bumper bolts on my 1967 year old Romain barge which allowed the flying lemurs to quietly and stealthily

