Saturday, March 15, 2008

Beware the head of Richard Nixon.

One day I was at home with my pineapple.

"Oh, I love pineapple," I said.

"I am the head of Richard Milhous Nixon and I command you to give me that pineapple," the Richard Nixon head said, as it suddenly appeared in my house.

"No!" I refused to give up my delicious pineapple.

"If you don't, I will sing such a beautiful song that you will go mad," the Richard Nixon head replied.

"No."

The head of Nixon started to sing such a beautiful song that I thought I would go mad:

La la la la la laaa. La la lalalalala. La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la.
"Ok," I said. "You can have the pineapple."

The head of Richard Nixon smiled. "Good. Now, can you carry it out to my car? Because as you can see, I don't have any hands."