Its like, krrruhegsuharughoujklljandthen Cakes! Thousands of them, a downpour of dessert, a cavalcade of confections. I can't find my hat, though I'm pretty sure they aren't pointing at me. Whats up with the needle, mister? Can't you see I'm trying to catch the sky? If the lights don't stop, we won't even have a ghost's insomnia vodka hole. Not that we really need one. But now I'm on the bus and a guy is shaving me. Jesus knows what he'd do to me if he found out I'm actually a blood relative. I'd best put the kettle on, just in case.... But before I know it, its my stop. The wheels come off and the fishnets come on. Its not that I can't sit down, its not that I can't stay still, its just that I forgot to go to sleep and I woke up in WhatTheHell land...
"Try and lay an egg."