“I could spend my whole life prying loose the secrets of the insane. Instead I buy antique tanks and drive them through people's gardens.”
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand a big fat chip standing high above the city citing huge oil of guttering words in a Roman Ford Capri smelling suspiciously of bananas and watering hanging baskets daily whilst kneeling at the feet of its creator, the great Brian Lara.
“EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME TAKES ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE, AND I'M ABOUT TO BREAK I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREATH CAUSE I'M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE, AND I'M ABOUT TO BREAK”
“Fran said she saw something the other day, something dark, still, inexplicable. Something inherently and indescribably horrific. She couldn't describe it.”
Shoe trees. Quort pizza. Orange cats. Funkadelic headphone monsters. No gargling pancake shall ever get me! Hahaa- aagh! My, my nose sure is tasty! Meee is happy!!! Once the fnurdles eeble the shoe tree sonk, sjink shall I bee. Heehee!
For the tenteeth McGarble on the M5 motorway of Sydney! It's all falling down.
Down, ya hear me!
No, good sir, all I hear is FLYING SICKEDELEC TOMATOES FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE AND MOVING AT OVER 9000 88 MILES AN HOUR!!1!ONEONEONE.
“Well good sirs, I think this article is quite out of hand. Perhaps it's time we brought it up to standards.”