While on a major acid trip last night, the disembodied head of an Asian-looking (but I'm not really sure) guy appeared in my bowl of Malt-o-meal and said, "You are right to be skeptical of the Great Ektard. I, however, have been a slightly less feces-splattered prognosticator on the habits of teen boys. I bring tidings from the void that the great Buddha of Bellevue has been persuading the teen boys of California to pledge their allegiance to Shart of the house Sharkisian. Let thy nethers expand in thy sweatpants."
That's all I can remember. Quite cryptic if you ask me. I wonder what it all means.
That's all I can remember. Quite cryptic if you ask me. I wonder what it all means.