damn, but i was getting ready to head for my fifth papa doble. that's what i get for mixing sun, rum and government business.
so, stop me if you heard this one before ...
albert einstein and carl jung walk into a bar. it's called the relative archetype and they order an adorably post-apocalyptic landscape. mister rogers (cardigan and all) sidles up next to them and he's got some loaded potato storybook characters and liberally sprinkles it with random friends. then enter sandman and what the eff, here we are.
so stop stampeding, get me a kale smoothie (with an umbrella), and we're in business.