When I tell people I invented a moon-powered clock, they look at me like I’m a lunar-tick.
Procreation is crazy, aka a zygotic episode.
Waiting to get on a plane makes me boarder line crazy.
If you shed in my bento box, I’ll go tempura-hairily insane!
Proof of my insanity was when I stole a dried grape from a cow: Textbook unraisin-a-bull behaviour.
I enjoy losing my mind, fun dementially. [Speaking of which, government cheese subsidies are fund emmenthal policy]
Call me scent o’ mental, but when I talk to you I can smell the crazy.