Betsybird, call Art Carney and tell him to deliver a Popsicle pizza! 

Hbh, dance the rumba with de-clawed scorpion on your back! Everyone else, bite the mailman and tell him to give you a sno-cone! 

Someone else become hysterical and eat a loaf of bread! Somebody else, act as if you're doing something important, and someone else act like I told you to do something and you forgot what it was! Betsybird, if your a Hitchhiker's Guide fan, get your towel wet and smack me with it! Quick someone pelt me with macaroni! Run for President! Have a nice day!
Consider this a tribute/late bday present to stupid, even tho I did it in another club for no reason at all.
Brian
 

Also, WhatMePolka, you say your location is in Al's broccoli? Do you think he appreciates that? I used to be in The B-52's broccoli, and as much as they appreciated my fandom I believe they got quite annoyed. 

After that, my location became classified by the government, mainly because they hadn't classified anything for awhile. Pretty recently I moved our of classified, and happily reside in Rest Area 51. My friend mutated while visiting today, I suppose he just isn't used to radioactive chickens biting him. Its just a phase, he'll get over it. Tho it brought back wonderful Al memories when he started singin' this lil ditty that used to run thru Al's head. I believe it went a lil somethin' like this:
AHHHH GETEM OFF ME, AHHH GETEM OFF ME NO, AHHHH HHHAHHAHAHAHAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Raindrops keep fallin' on my car,
Brian