I just posted this on another tribe, but it came out of nowhere, so I think I was channeling the spirit of The Captain:


Taco sphincter doorknob vomit regimen on fuzzy pulpit in retrograde telemark festival of bulbous melon grease.

"It's time for the giraffe to begin levitating", Dr. Nipplefoam said with obvious sarcasm. And just then, the Kaiser scratched his swollen piles underneath the shitstained toga.

You can find the albatross on aisle twelve, and I'm afraid that we have to issue a warning at this time: Park benches will be removed from the lake of cheese and all the constabularies will be forced to wear hats!