Well, my hands are still glued to my face. Ace tricked me into a cardboard box and throw me out of a moving car. Then a bunch of squirrels attack me while I was on the ground bleeding.
Man, this is akward.
So, how bout that sky? Still blue, huh?
Then I lost my pants to a poker match to twelve midgets. They then covered me in paste and glued me to a big piece of paper. Then came the nuns.
You look like you have something on your mind. Penny for your thoughts?
I just had a really really long day. It all started when I got lost trying to go to the bathroom.
Crud, I forgot never to ask Denza how his day went.
The next thing I knew I was dangling upside down out a window by Michael Jackson. He lost his grip and I plunged six stories onto a pack of wild geese.
Oh shoot, look at the time. I think I am needed in...
Needless to say the geese were pissed. I had to take them down Matrix style, but I kinda tripped instead and squashed the geese leader.
Why are you standing out here with your hands over you face, you pants to the ground an peeing on an officer of the law. Why are your hands on your face?