Where the hell are all of the weird people at? I'm bored with being normal.

What is the fun in trying to make sense all of the time? Blah blah blah, so monotonous and boring. Maybe I could get a scuba diving pig puppet with a whoopie cushion in his rump that farts anytime he says the word "and". I could roll around in the grass singing "bongo kongo imaginary fun!" Then I could play the banjo and harmonica at the same time while karate kicking a cardboard cutout of Ronald McDonald.  I could introduce myself as Mushroom Buttercup to people and give them a peanut but tell them that it's a raisin. I have many ideas to stir up commotion and challenge the conformist society.