..wow, that fresh air smells awful. Good job Metaxas never gives me a hangover, but my mouth's like a wrestler's jockstrap. Pass the marshmallows. Ooh my back. Every tried sleeping on a juke box? What a night!
Well I won't play the kazoo tonight, after where those banjo players put it but I don't mind leading you all in 100 verses of One Man went to Mow.
Who pushed me? Look, my straitjacket's all singed.