Milkman rubs poop on my cloud. Smootch green puppy last wednesday? 94 apples in my shoe. GOATS! I swear you get more insane by the week.
I can still recall old Mister Barnslow getting out every morning and nailing a fresh load of tadpoles to the old board of his. Then he'd spin it round and round, like a wheel of fortune, and no matter where it stopped he'd yell out, "Tadpoles! Tadpoles is a winner!" We all thought he was crazy. But then we had some growing up to do. J.Handy
How 'bout toad the wet sprocket? Seems in line with this thread. Is this stuff supposed to make any sense?