A futile attempt to boost the article count to a noble 9,617

Bats are eating my legs! Again! No, that's another article. When the levee breaks, bats will cease eating my legs, rendering the point moot.

As I blaze the bowl, strange thoughts enter my braincase... Snakes molding bread... Camel cigarette smoke infiltrates the room cunningly... Curt Bert lives in a yurt... I smell of yogurt and tears... Steroids are the answer... I shall rise from the hashes and pounds to dominate the local Albanian fudge wrestling scene...

That damned pot lid keeps falling onto the floor! And you just let it roll around, with that infuriating clanging!!!