Journal of a Spaced-Out Brain

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Hahaha! Gobblety Gook! My aces were not flying as high as they should, so I radioed the flight commander and requested an ice cream and Oreo sundae. When it arrived the squadron did also. That's when the puppies hit the flagstaff! I made sure every one of those pilots knew that I'd had enough ice cream to fill a bloated midget, and that's a lot of ice cream!
         Now on to more important matters. I've just finished combing the lawn and I need a shower!