...... every now and then I wake up and feel a little gray matter has trickled out onto my pillow and I know my friend Johnny L.A. from the Straight Dope has been in there, trepanning again.
Lord knows what he expects to find in that poor slab of organ I call a brain, but here's what he said he found this time:
That first part kinda sounds like Jaimie Brockett singing about the USS Titanic, only a lot funnier, but the last part, I swear he made up. Or it came from a Python picture.
Sure didn't come from MY brain.
It's still on tunnels and donuts!
Thanks for the laughs when I need 'em the most.
CLICKEN SIE UND FEEDEN SIE! Danke!