I had this discombobulated wet dream last night that I was in Guantanamo Bay being water boarded with dill pickle and olive juice. When I refused to talk my torturers removed the hood from my head and low and behold there stood bigbrother and darylmaxin before me.
Both were wearing tri-plaid knickers with brown leather riding boots, white ruffled tuxedo shirts with billowing sleeves and ascots about their necks, topped off by these little felt crown hats with propellers atop them. They then began to slap my groin area with floppy pickles demanding I divulge everything I know. I told them I knew Jeremiah was a Bullfrog and that I'd never been to Spain but they wouldn't have it. They visciously demanded to know how many Moons there were in a 3 dog night. They just kept at it and at it. Ooooooo the pain and suffering I had to endure.
