mc5 - ... so help me God.

My lightbulbs are staring at me.

My left hand is plotting a bloodless coup against my right foot. However, my left earlobe has discovered this and is sending in peacekeeping forces.

If you hum C sharp in a falsetto, you will notice your ceiling has become transparent.

Your shoelaces report directly to Donald Rumsfeld each evening.

There is no crime in Nottingham.