I got up one morning to get the paper.
A taxi cab filled with 27 donkeys was doing donuts in my backyard.
I stomped my foot.
The taxi rolled over twice.
The donkey that was driving got out.
I asked him how long until the sun explodes into a million tacos.
He said in a thousand years it will be tomorrow.
I said tomorrow was a clown that spits in your face when it arrives and kicks you in the ass when it leaves.
The donkey did a cartwheel.
I wrote down every detail to send to the president of the fingernail files.
The donkey was not pleased.
He asked why I would send such information to his enemy/brother.
I said it was because he was doing donuts in my backyard.