True story (Friday, June 30, 2006)

So there I was, sitting on the pot, trying to shit ONE honest log, when in came a Zebra talkin' Jap-o-nees-e. I said, "Hey you crazy-eyed fool, you're one hell of a stripp-ed mare." And the Zebra said, "Chi gon tsu ki mo zu shi po gu zu." I said, "Anyways, let me up top your back and let's go to Ja-pan."
So we did. And we rode a giant Ferris wheel with lots of lights. Then we had some intense Zebra intercourse. Then we went for sushi and started a fight with some sailors.
At the end of the day I died. The Zebra, weeellllll, the Zebra went on to write 12 books on continental drift.