What if true Enlightenment were actually possible, but only if you wear thigh-high glitter boots and a pair of tasseled, sequined pasties? What if world peace could be achieved, but only if everybody danced the Macarena nude at the same time? What if the true essence of happiness lies not in the fulfillment of physical, psychological and emotional desires but in the creation and effective manipulation of the ideal sock puppet? What if corrugated cardboard were actually the universal language of love?
(Hmm . . . perhaps mixing two 12-ounce bottles of Icehouse with a shot of grain alcohol and two Excedrin P.M. is not really a good idea after all.)
(Hmm . . . perhaps mixing two 12-ounce bottles of Icehouse with a shot of grain alcohol and two Excedrin P.M. is not really a good idea after all.)