He maketh me to slip on a meadow muffin and fall on my butt in green pastures.

He muddieth the waters and leadeth me into them, way over my head.

He restoreth my sense of perspective the hard way.

Yeah, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of Greyface, I will fear no pratfall, for Thou art with me.

Thy rod and Thy laugh shall get me on my feet again.

Thou hittest me in the face with lemon meringue in the presence of mine enemies.

Thou anointest my head with gravy.

My cup runneth over, all over my lap.

Surely Eris and Murphy shall follow me all the days of my life and I will dwell in the midst of this nonsense forever.