The ice cream's in the web, the web is in the cream.

one of my nostril hairs ...uhhhh... and ...er... the national park system ...uh... or else, maybe that guy with the eyepatch got in bed with the cows ...heh heh... and they obviously ...ha!... are telling my location to those bermuda triangle sharks all in a big fight over the hanging udders. and, if I know anything, I know that they ...er... assassinated the one man in their way... ...what?... and they obviously ...huh... have been spitting on me all day. ...uhhhh... ...er...