There isn't always a pot of gold at the ned of the rainbow, but there is always a man with a green hat who has been overserved.

I'm talking about big cans. Mombo jombos.

I don't know what the hell is going on, but it's raining. Rain rain go away, come again another day. I gotta find better shoes.

The waves are ridden. Big shredders. Your face meets mine. We kiss under the beaming glow of Trump tower. We never see each other again. For shame.

This takes a turn

But in the future, they'll have powers.

I really need a doctor.

The river was running so we had to dam it up. It's all plugged now. I remember when plugs didn't just mean for hair- it's a damn shame that age comes faster than youth leaves you. Anyways, I was thinking about getting fast food later.

A man walks into a bar. He's not doing well. His wife left, his house burned down, and his car is quite literally, a nitrous fueled forklift. If this isn't hell, I don't know what is.