<P>Maybe I should explain this whole ordeal... Before I slip into a mighty deep blackness...
<P>
<P>It all started back in the '60s... 
<P>
<P>...Or maybe it was the '30s...
<P>
<P>...Or maybe in the medieval ages...
<P>
<P>Yes, that was it... I was at the biweekly game of sheep-jousting, when I decided I was hungry... So I waddled over to the closest messenger and told him to order me a pizza... From Italy... Naturally, it would take a long time... but I didn't mind waiting... Sheep-jousting was almost as fun as those explosion rodeos I saw back in 1981... BC, of course...
<P>
<P>*Snurkle*
<P>
<P>Schznnnttttsss... Hmm? Oh, I... My eyelids, they just ATTACK me now and then... I'm... I'm part of the chair... I am no longer a human... I am a spongy mass slouched down into my seat... I will envelop all in my welcoming... warm... sleepy... darkness...
<P>
<P>*Snurkle* 
<P>
<P>GAH! I know what I can do to stay awake... Hmm... Time to open the mailbag... Again... But I can't promise my responses will make much sense... Not that they ever do, anyway... 
<P>
<P><DC=152,152,152>Well..... I only have one thing to say about this 
<P>
<P><DC=152,152,152>[CENSORED FOR THE SECURITY OF THE NATION] mischief we got up to [CENSORED] and those tiny little packets of oats [CENSORED] bilious! [CENSORED] walnut! So as you can probably deduce from these adequite findings that my nostril hair is pruple. Damn them... they told me it was a nasal spray. How was i meant to know it was paint? 