You Know It's A Sad Day When

I Can't Relax Here. These People Have No Pubic Hair Anywhere. We Have Pubic Hair On The Ceiling.

I Don't Have Lungs Anymore! Just Two Spare Bags That Flew In Under A Bridge One Day.

You Achieve The Surreal Jokes Through The Realism By Making It Elastic.

You See The Button With The Guy With The Tray, And You Push It, And He Arrives With A Sandwich! And You Think: "yes! Yes! I Control Sandwich Monkey! I Live In Magic Land, Magic Land, Magic Land"

You Know What You Are? You're A Beard With An Idiot Hanging Off It.