In the land of Gibberish, the man who makes sense, the man who speaks clearly, clearly speaks nonsense.

“I went to a nude beach. No naked people were around, but there was plenty of ex…”

“Even if there were only seventeen syllables left in the universe, I still don’t…”

“Tonight when she came down to the front desk she was wearing neon green hot pan…”

“I have as much style as a turnstile. Thrust your hips into me.”