Tengo Un Gato En Los Pantalones...

All aboard the nonsense express. I refuse to make sense today. I think I am going to go down Whimsy Lane and just blurt out whatever crawl out of the hole where my brain usually sits.
If you need to take a pill first, now would be a good time.
Tacos are best when crunchy.
Silicone in one of my least favorite words.
I wonder if Hillary Clinton can yodel?
If I take a sandwich and divide into three parts and place them on a train heading east at 120 miles per hour and I board train heading North at 125 miles an hour, will I get hungry before the sandwiches go South?
If Elvis is a live, is he going to vote for Obama?
What happened to Marshall, Will and Holly at the end of the land of the lost? And since we're on the subject, what is a Sleestak and can you grow them like Sea Monkeys?
Hey... what's a wallaby and why do Australians need to see a man about them?
If they do one of those Remakes for film, make sure you get Will Ferrel to play Marshall.
And one of the Sleestaks
Anyone else remember the Bugaloos? Or Sigmund the Seamonster? Maybe you remember the Banana Splits?
I'm old.
It's official.
I am also positive that whoever wrote the script for H.R. Puffandstuff was high on LSD or something.
I have no other explanation for that, do you?
I've just had an epiphany!
Remember the whole not being able to use freaking, friggin, etc.?
We have made an executive decision to use Smurf instead.
What the smurf yo?
Are you our of your smurfing mind?
Smurf you man, smurf you and the horse you rode in on.
Hey... do you know what happened to the Smurfs?
I do.
You wanna know?
You sure you wanna know?
I'm not sure you do.
Just remember that you asked for it.


Feel better?
Neither do I.
UNICEF killed the Smurfs and now they must pay.
Now you know.
And knowing is half the battle.
I better go lay down now.