I think a small piece of my brain just spontaneously altered its molecular composition and turned into a large peanut, phase-shifted itself dimensionally into another quantum reality, and was eaten by the zombified corpse of Sir Walter Raleigh during a poker game with zombie-Lincoln, cybernetically-resurrected Walt Disney, and time-displaced not-yet-dead Mitch Hedberg, who pulled an inside straight, just before the limo they were riding in slammed into a life-sized reproduction in bronze of Godzilla's left testicle, and yes, I know, "Cool story, Bro!"

+1 now subby. Not so sure how I'll feel about ya in the morning.

WOAH.

HaywoodJablonski: Time flies like an arrow

Fruit flies like bananas?