You Shouldn't-Nuf Bit Fish

Would you smoke a joint with this dude?

P-Funk. All y'all have to know is that you can't stand the funk. When the saucers land, will you stand up and be counted? Will you take the Funkadelic pledge and honor all that smells? Be diligent, and retain that poker face on guard duty. Demons will test your credulity. God Itself may drop by. Repress your urges and instead direct your baser instincts towards a more enlightened civilization.

Gird our loins, for without girds, what are we but a minstrel chorus? No, say no! We will not sing Barry Manilow songs, nor shall we perform the works of Chopin. That would make no sense. Well, unless we did the notes. A cappella Chopin! Brilliant!

So, don't just stand there, do something. Run over that stupid squirrel who lives at the bottom of your drive way. Impress your boyfriend by knocking out a drunk with your boobs. Bribe a bank official to let you deposit a squid through the ATM. Attain a perfect state of enlightenment for 59 seconds, then belch.

So, Des ne. Arigato gozaimas. Remember to ratchet the furlongs every evening. As the sun settles, Reginald Mordling shall come out to play. He does this thing with flayrods. Apparently, they've gone out of skew, treadle.