we gotta get out of this place

we gotta get out of this place

I found a new favorite tv show. The Mighty Boosh is hilarious.

Old Gregg: Under closer inspection I realised it was a funky ball of tits from outer space.

Howard Moon: This is the arctic, Vince. Different rules apply out here, you know? It's kill or be killed.
Vince Noir: What, by a mink?
Howard Moon: ...They get very big out here, the mink. This is just one mink, this whole outfit.
Vince Noir: No way.
Howard Moon: It's true!
Vince Noir: No way! I read a pamphlet!
Howard Moon: So? I once looked at a hedge. What's your point?
Vince Noir: It was a mink pamphlet. Mink Monthly, there were loads of 'em, on the front. Said in there, it takes about nine, eight mink to make a small ladies' glove.
Howard Moon: That's because they're really crap at sewing.

see double, walk fast, sit stew kittens in the brewer's MCface

sometimes it's weird not to be weird, but then other times people call you weird because you eat sugar cubes. why is it weird to eat sugar cubes?

Splatter top
Fixed rates
Stamp collecting
Fit for fucking
Assiduously chewing a hole in your lip
Trying to burn fat holes in the sand
Proof of something
Proof of purchase
Stop by tomorrow
It will be better then
Stop by next week
There will be coffee and cakes
Come over next month
We'll shine our shoes; put mop to door
Guess that settles it then
Since I'm fairly certain
You've mistaken suitcases for tupperware

the mouse people. they're coming by the dozens. hundreds. thousands. they're mortar between the bricks and i don't like their pointy teeth. they're bigger than housecats, fat housecats. i saw one once at the cracker barrel, he crawled out of my mashed potatoes but i still ate them. it was only one that time, but now there are enough to eat all the mashed potatoes and there will be none left for me. i do not approve; i really like mashed potatoes.

Lewis Carroll's "Jabberwocky"
(best. poem. ever.)

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Josef II wrote his own epitaph-->Here lies an honest man who tried a lot things and died in failure.

Duck billed platypus had my head in his jaws.
FUCK MIGRAINES.