Come mister tallyman, tally me banana.

[wonderfulxhell]

Jubilant sharecroppers are planting bundles of joy in the crevices of my teeth, inducing a spat of epilepsy. Flatulent petunias are riding my train of thought to the Pantheon that is my brain. They speak in a grandiloquent manner, expressing their magical mantras to inebriated geese. "Savour the sweet taste of insanity

Comments

[timmis]

I think you need to slow down the 'ol brain. All this insanity is going to burn it out.

[voteforschuck]

mmmmmmm jubilant sharecroppers...and Tonto no go to town.