Here's how I know I've gone completely insane:
I’ve always loved the Coltrane version of "My Favorite Things." Sometimes I like to whistle it and kind of make up my own dumbed-down version of the be bop deconstruction of the melody. But that’s not the insane part. The other day, I caught myself doing a Coltrane whistle version of "Copacabana."
Attention everyone. Please gather round. I have an important announcement. Your champion is here. I have arrived to fulfill the prophecy...
The horse will live with the monkey,
the DC Tom will lie down with the Beerball,
the dib and the /dev/null and the BuffaloBill together;
and a little gringo will lead them.
Uh oh! Not so good for damj. Does this mean he has to give back the lifetime supply of Rice-A-Roni, the his & hers matching scooters and the trip to Acapulco?
That’s a hard one to call. Ditka definitely has the edge in toughness. However, it is practically impossible to land a good punch on god by virtue of his non-existence.
I can't drive. I've shotgunned eleven PBR's already. Happy gringo de mayo, everybody!
Anyway, let’s face it: Wawrow has won the thing. His shotgun defense is water-tight. He called it, so you gotta give it to him. Shut the damn thing down.
Ahhhhhh...no. THIS is a shotgun.
Congratulations to Wawrow, who gets to ride in the passenger seat of the lead car in the parade celebrating gringo starr's victory as champion of this thread!