And then she tied me to a wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth and force fed me nothing but Sauerkraut until I was 26 and a half years old!
That's when I swore that someday, someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical far away place. Where the sun is always shining, and the air smells like warm root beer, and the towels are oh-so fluffy!
Where the shriners and the lepers play their ukuleles all day long, and anyone on the street will gladly shave your back for a nickel!
WAKKA WAKKA DOO DOO YEAH!