Oh Shamble me Oh shamble man, do not be discongoriginated (is that really a word or did I make it up?)
For what is real and what is aboriginal, cannot be fucked with. (i just heard that from someone downstairs talking and thought it fit, no-matter what I was going to say)
Be it the King of all bullshit or be it the poet roper, the real question of the hour is......
When is it tea time?











Or else I would say the second question of the day would be...



Why did the bee choose to fly up my panties?