one day, I woke up and...dammit there's that goose. He's on my bed again. Good thing I had a rock. It was heavy. It was a heavy rock that didn't like the chip that was sitting on my shoulder. Boy, I'm glad I crossed the road before I...wait a minute, there's that goose again! Oh, no. it's not. It's just my pet pantsmonkey. He's a winkerbeen (winkerbeen: One who winkers. Winker: 1. To act like a coconut. 2. To run around screaming about coconuts.) Where are my pants? Without pants, the pantsmonkey leaves. Blue tastes like pork, you unwashed heathen! And broken squirrels like peanut butter! Red better back off from those broken squirrels, since blue has a thing for them. (that pervert) Go away goose! I would make you into SPAM, but spam contains no goose bits. SPAM contains Pork with Ham, Salt, Water, Sugar, and Sodium Nitrate. (really, read the ingredients list!) Wiffle in my pants, for you are not of the knobby wankles! None shall feel my wrath as my mercy gushes forth like frothy turtles in a winter breeze! Do you mock me? Nay, I say unto you, for this is the time for all to...ROGUE GOOSE!!!! Don't let them get me! Boink! I have no legs! oh wait, Yes I do.
"Who's up for the donkey show and some unholy butt sex?!" -- Lloyd Kaufman