Next morning, when I sailed to Norway, I saw a huge Panda approaching the island on which Sephren was killed because he wasn't a real one, actually, it was a Ninja Turtle desciple pretending to visit Splinter's cave incognito because he wanted a coca-cola from his fridge. However, there was only Pepsi available. When the Panda burped, he felt hard feelings in his throat so he drank again. This morning it was raining cats and dogs, drunk I was. Stoned was more like it.
Walking in a drunken stupor, bumping into lightposts, I realize I needed a naked chihuahua with a wig. I wished I had a seeing-eye dog. My cat barked. My lemur burped, then exploded and became a god. I ate sweet god-flesh