Tickled the balls of a badger while crocheting a poncho for Hosni Mubarak.*
Chewed aluminum foil happily.Shirts 'n skins volleyball with Bea Arthur.
Filled the dimples of a golf ball with cherry syrup at the demand of a journeyman brick layer.
Hoisted a bag of gnu shit above my head while humming "Rhinestone Cowboy."
Speaking entirely in Azerbaijani, used beastiality innuendo to shame a barbershop quartet tenor into transporting me to a taxidermy shop on his unicycle..Allowed a squadron of gnats unfettered access to my navel.
But there is always... ALWAYS tomorrow.
*What type of person would use the name and reputation of this great man to advance his/her own blogging agenda??