from time o time i have bemoaned my seeming oddness, claiming madness...
at other times embracing warmly the horrified looks of passersby as i stand on my head in the rain...
i had just shined my boots...
to settle the unsettled feelings of awkwardness, i imbibed...
this only compounded the issue...
thankfully, the cia, moussad, kgb, and mi5 created the internet to keep tabs on the "experiment"...
this gave me a place to deposit my depositables at the depositry...
they get to analyze, i get relief...
what???
