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but donuts made out of spam would probably taste better.

yes, spam tastes excellent, but it isn't so good for one. if it tastes good, chances are it's bad for you. or as w.c. fields so tartly put it, "all the good things in life are either illegal, immoral or fattening."

Ash: 'You see this? This. . . is my boomstick!'

I like fast food
They always taste the same
No snotty waiters
Escargot or Beaujolais

Several categories of items that I save have to be combined into one, temporarily, or else the drawer ends messy up with too many random items. So, labels from fruit and vegetables are now with dried seeds from fruits and vegetables. Also, leftover re-used paper shouldn't be cut up smaller than 3"x5" so that lists can be written without having to attempt to write in tiny letters.

Let me go merrily on my way to nowhere in particular.

Ain't We Crazy
(Haywire Mac)

Now, I know a little ditty, It's as crazy as can be. The guy who wrote it said he wanted it, And handed it to me.
I found I couldn't use it Because it sounded blue, And that's the very reason why I'm handing it to you.

It's a song the alligators sing While coming through the rye, As they serenade the elephants Up in the trees so high.
The iceman hums this ditty As he shovels in the cold, And the monkeys join the chorus Up around the nothern pole.

Ain't we crazy, Ain't we crazy,
This is the way we pass the time away.
Ain't we crazy, Ain't we crazy,
We're going to sing this song all night today.

It was midnight on the ocean, Not a streetcar was in sight, And the sun was shining brightly, For it rained all day that night.
'Twas a summer night in winter, And the rain was snowing fast, And a barefoot boy with shoes on Stood a-sitting in the grass.

It was evening, and the rising sun Was setting in the west. The little fishes in the trees Were huddled in their nest.
The rain was pouring down And the moon was shining bright, And everything that you could see Was hidden out of sight.

While the organ peeled potatoes, Lard was rendered by the choir. The sexton rung the dishrag, Someone set the church on fire.
"Holy smoke!" The preacher shouted. In the rain he lost his hair. Now his head resembles heaven, For there is no parting there.

The cows were making cowslips And the bells were ringing wet, And the bumblebees were making bums And smoking cigarettes.
And a man slept in a stable And came out a little ho(a)rse, So he hopped upon his golf sticks And drove all around the course.

It was midnight on the ocean, Not a horsecar was in sight As I stepped into the drugstore To get myself a light.
The man behind the counter Was a woman old and gray Who used to peddle shoestrings On the road to Mandalay.

"Good evening, sir," the woman said, And her eyes were bright with tears- As she put her head beneath her feet, And stood that way for years.
Her children, six, were orphans, Except one tiny tot- Who lived in a house across the street, Above a vacant lot.

Ain't we crazy, Ain't we crazy,
But this is the way we pass the time away.
Ain't we crazy, Ain't we crazy,
We're going to sing this song all night today.

You're the king? I didn't vote for you.

27 pianos.

One person, asleep in the passenger seat, the cruise control on, steering wheel tied to the gear lever and mr nobody in the driver's seat; quickly approaching the back of a slow moving delivery truck and being passed by a semi.

Wanna hear the most annoying sound in the world?

AAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!! !! !! !! !!

Good evening, Ladies and Germs. Sorry, I'm late, but my watch stopped. It had to. It's been running fast all week!

Hmmm, I wonder what this button does...

*presses button*

Wobbuffet!