Looks like It's been one of THOSE sorta days... eek!
(Not that it's necessarily a bad thing... hehehee)
And so did sayeth Sir Kenneth the Chickenarmed to his faithful disciples:
Go forth ye, and spread the word of foofydom and pootems,
Throughout the land to bring peace to the masses.
And so shall ye doeth this in my name,
And ye shall be the blessed children of Aardvarkia.
And so they did go:
Little Timmy - 
Muskrat the Mighty (Who wasn't so mighty) - 
Renfield - 
And last but not least,
Fidgy the One-Eyed Pope (picture taken before the unfortunate garden weasel accident)- 
Admission price, 49,000 Finkfurters
Yessirree! Tis the first president EVER to sport a mullet whilst in office!!!
The rarest species of the dog-eating bun plant.
erbun!!!
ERBUN!!!!!!
~The amazing dancing lizard triplets.~
(Vaudeville shows are alternate Tuesdays and Thursdays.)
Pictured above are Simpy and Porky, siamese twins joined at the stomach.
As you can see, Porky (right) took the bulk of the stomach when surgery was done to seperate them.
Now, at the accelerated age of 43 and 15 1/2 years respectively, Simpy and Porky work the Vegas under-underground circuit, where they appear nightly at the Tapeworm Room and the Spizzard Lizzard Lounge.
And this, ladies and germs, is one of the scariest pictures of Glenn Tipton ever taken.
(We still love ya Glenn!)
Mustard I tell you!!!
Tis all rigged!!!
I must find the Holey Grail!
(tis really but a small colander, a mite hole in this
universe of kitchenware)
and thus, I am left, alone in my
garbage disposal pity
to ponder my thoughts
collect orange peels and potato
peelings, to crack my knuckles and
flutter on to infinity...
i'm not crazy
i'm not crazy
i'm not flying
backwards into my own shadow
filled with coat hangers
and singed newspapers
all that's left of my
world, nothing more to conquer
wrap me in my duct tape cocoon
hold me there
punish me for thinking, it's not
as easy as you'd think
to be insane
but then,
I'm not...
only flying through the black holes of time
it's easier this way
hiding myself from all who think they see,
my broken raft, floundering on the edge of
the ocean of madness and despair
nothing to turn to
my insides spilling over the sides
gutted like a fish, entrails
hung among the stars
and here again i sit,
angered by my mind
the crimes it commits
havoc it wreaks
and nothing makes me peaceful
unless i'm spinning under the stars
