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