I'm strange. Or so it seems. But my elbows always agree with whatever I have to say, so everybody else must be wrong. Including myself, 'cause I really think some kind of damage must have been done to my sponge... But what do I know, I'm just a fish... in my dreams at least.
Here's what I also dream about: Music (or as my mom would call it, "that loud bing-bang coming from your room"...), drinking a Guinness®, being spanked by a nurse wearing a kangaroo suit (with purple slippers, of course)