“Hi, It's me, I'm back... I bring you a special presentation to show what can happen to you if you choose a life testing theory like does humor belong in model railroading.” 😲 Get your pink or black napkins ready for the drool Mitch🤤.
Gee Mitch, One car looks to be from.... “the future” 🤔😀… Oopah! 😈😁
Is it “a new car?; do you like it”. You must have had to break open your “chrome piggy bank from the closet”.
It's no “mystery, man, the layout's out of sight. Why pay a nominal service charge, when you can show um how to do it right”. Thanks for using your “Brownie to show it all complete” “(like those jokers Brian & Bryan causing trouble every day”
) . I’m glad it's in color,” there a whole lot of times I wish it wasn't black&white. It stirs a fire in my heart I'll not put out it tonight”.
Outside that “ little white box uptown, along the line. The guy ridin’ the prairie on that small tiny hoss is mighty little. Where did you find the blanket and saddle? He’s a good hoss, even though he's a bit dinky for dinky daddy to strap a big saddle or blanket on anyway”..
“Even if you think it is a little silly, folks; I don't care if you think it's silly folks. It's hard breeding a dwarf; like reading a mean tarot”.
“But I'm gonna find me a horse just about this big, and ride him all along the line too. Every other wrangler would say I was mighty grand. By myself I don't have no boss and and, and and, and and”….I think” Yuda man I'd like to work for” so “stick it out”, “dont be taro-fied it's just a token of my extreme”.
If I AH-MET a “pigmy ponies (or gi-raffe), brillo-y mane gleamin' in the MOON-lighty night, I'd get a cup o’ coffee, baby snake python boots (for pushin’ off DE-WEEZILs into a breach with my foot), and don a Mexican poncho (not a Sears poncho) to keep my T-shirt from getting all wet and jiggly if I get caught in the showers, then just jump back on an’ ride like a cowboy into the dawn. Maybe to Montana or Idaho or Kansas”.
But where would the hoss water come from? “From a swimming pool if the water hasn't been turned black from Bobby washing his stanky poodle bites (Who could imagine in Kansas?) Yippy-tye-o-tye-aye”.
Ike! A brave man might likely quit with that head Turner phrase afore “they has a fit at my social suicide, but yowsa yowsa yowsa, I'm a fool”
Is there room for “44 men working on a tank?” “Is a green burning camp-fire ring to ever show ?” A big screen TV? Chain motels? Flossy thrushy shrubbery (ni) or green Brillo bushes? “A watermelon to go with the Easter hay turf?” “(I hear he used to cut that grass)”
I think a bashed “Packard Goose” would fit in better than ever now, no denyin’.
One might “scrutinize” such a place in such close proximity to a paired, parallel, iron railed, conveyance mechanisms “you can hear the steam”-”roll-o-n’ ” by might be “researched” for an “anointing” with a “utility” zone for ‘loading’. Or even ‘unloading’. “ The white zone is for loading or unloading only. If you have to load or unload, go to the white zone”.
When “the water comes”, “most people would prefer a yellow under snow to be ogled at on that tundra”. “While regular folks like to marvel such lofty scenes as though through the dysentery green of attic bedroom windows resembling crystal balls” “ I myself care less for them in icing applications”.
“ I say there is naught, nor ought there be, nothing so exalted on the face of God's grey earth as that prince of colors, white”.
It may seem I'm “arrogantly twisting my sterile snoot near….ha ha, let's try that again… at your canvas”, and may be perceived at various moments to be the “vivacious father of the oblivious”, who “a huffin’ and puffin’ and cryin’ to the night, didn't know nothing”.
And “I may be totally wrong and a fool”. Butt, please be “seated
at the ‘chair” and table’ (“commercially sold strictly” at the San Ber’dino Square, a real deal'o)’ of your “utility laboratory”, first removing any remaining “slime” or “dried pumkin’ remnants not yet sensationally barking(not arf arf arf) overnight, and proceed whipping out a choice oversized chrome (or zircon encrusted) razor from your shaving kit in your robe, dip that mustache in wax and swoosh it around, brush your scapular to the side, or steal mama's apron from serving the boys at Ed's cafe to protect your tie if it's in your way and go with the conceptual continuity of pooting forth a white zone.” “Or can't you do that on a forums stage anymore?”
It may seem “I plucked all day an' all nite an' all afternoon” to do this. Like some “Lonesome Electric Turkey” on “hoop.la oink oink” thinkin’ “I'm so cute”. But it kinda comes ‘natural’.. except for “carrying on without commas” and dwelling on all the lovely “Apostrophe’ “ and quotes which mostly denote titles and quite convoluted mixes of lyrics that only a true Zappaite MIGHT catch without them.
and I really only barely touched on the more “commercial” of the lot.
“Don't dare to look behind my eyes, you don't know what I have seen”. If this isn't your audiophiliac bag (”tears a fallin’), he also conducted symphonies and did a “ jazz from hell” album of things that shouldn't work out if you follow established music theory, but do. That's genius ioo
(Plus the Packard Goose & hoopla (honestly lyrics!) reference alone was reason enough to test “Does humor belong in forums” eh?
Besides, I'm only trying to inspire him further; being a proud enabler & all.