Life is full of many peaks and valleys. One thing that has helped me traverse those highs and lows is the knowledge Firesign Theater gifted me back when I was just a little sprout in Indiana. That was the truth bomb of Everything You Know Is Wrong. My mother was a Bozoette in high school, so I must go where the Bozos go. Naturally I got on the bus with Chairman Barney and we went to the future. That’s when I found out that We Are All Bozos On This Bus. Unfortunately Uh Clem was doing maintenance on the future that day. Not only were the clones out of hand in the future, but the Holygrams were as well. But we inflated our shoes, stepped on the moving yellow line, and took the tour to the Hall of Presidents. But when we violated robots rules of order: Don’t Crush that Dwarf, Hand Me Pliers we were all asked to leave the future immediately. Enough clowning around. Now that a hole has been dug deep enough for everybody to jump into it I’m off to see the Gypsy Fortuneteller. So squeeze the wheeze all you want because it no longer hurts me. But I never lose sight of the highest of peaks even from down here in this hole with all of us Bozos. Honk. Honk.
Squeeze the Wheeze
A Scroll Threw Life 