It looks like this...

Hop along

Reality is doing a time warp..

Love is more than a kiss.

I am trapped on an island. That's not a real island, but a crime nearby island.

The question is now answered!

Love that almost sizzles.

I am always around at night!!!

The frontier can't be backwards, or can it?

I WASN'T SURE IT WAS A STRIKE OR A RERUN OF THE "WALKING DEAD" IT DIDN'T MATTER EITHER WAY!

Not just ice cream, but cream dreams. You never know what might hit you! Every moment of life is worth savoring.

Lets just say you achieved happiness. Even true happiness. What would you do with it? Would you just relax and smile all day?

Top female bikini models are totally surprised by BILL HOLE. Truly this man has rock hard abs!

I believe the universe is both real and a mirage.

Love and death by lobsters.

Russian military replaced by go go dancers. Change to effect moralle.

Six million Jews can't be wrong, conspiracy theories can be.

As stupid people grow in size and purpose, shall they be on the loose to do destruction? Should we just watch the ravaging? On TV?

I think my new identity should be centered around a BETTER WORLD. A Good Guy! Yet America isn't ready for good guys yet.

Getting rid of Wade was a bad move for Republicans and for common sense. Is America to become a "Win" addicted nation. Is capitalism and the old ways unable to reverse 30 years of change? Will the Jetsons beat the Flintstones? It matter a lot!

Setting: Inside a dark, echoing bathroom plumbing line, right before a major flushing event.Urine: (Splashing aggressively against the ceramic walls) Look at you, slacking off as usual! I’m in and out of here six times a day, keeping this body filtered and clean. You show up once—maybe twice if the human had a fiber bar—and expect a standing ovation. You're slow, you're heavy, and you take forever to get ready!Poop: (Thudding heavily into the water, sending up a massive splash) Slow? It’s called craftsmanship, you watery amateur! You’re just 95% water and a little bit of leftover urea. You require zero effort. I am the grand finale of a 24-hour digestive masterpiece! I represent the steak, the potatoes, the complex carbohydrates! I have structure. I have presence.Urine: Presence? You mean odor! You completely ruin the atmosphere the second you walk into the room. People have to light matches and turn on exhaust fans just to survive your presence. When I arrive, it’s a quick, polite zip and a wash of the hands. I am civilized.Poop: Oh, don't act so pure. You turn bright neon yellow if the human takes a single multivitamin! And let's talk about urgency—you make the human panic and run like a maniac just because a movie ran over two hours. I have discipline. I give a polite, rumbling warning hours in advance.Urine: (Steaming slightly) I am the frontline defense of the kidneys! Without me, the system shuts down from toxic buildup in days. You're just the stuff the body couldn't even use. You're literally the leftovers!Poop: Leftovers? I am the ultimate metric of gut health! Doctors study my shape, my color, and my consistency on a chart like it's fine art. No one is out here making a "Bristol Stool Chart" for your boring splash patterns.The Toilet Handle: (CLANK)Urine: (Swirling rapidly in circles) Uh oh. Here comes the swirl!Poop: (Sinking into the vortex) See you in the septic tank, water-boy!