Hearken! Can you hear that? Why, it's the sound of .... cheap, tinny, dime-store kazoos!
Look over there! A waif wearing a gaily-colored pointed hat, listlessly waving a small banner and blowing soap bubbles through a wand!
And there! A line of mice, flourishing tiny top hats and gem-studded walking sticks, kicking to shame the Rockettes and squeaking paeans of joy!
What's this? A present for us? Just because our journal is 1 year old today? How thoughtful!
It's a brick of blonde hash!! Marvelous! However did you know? Here, let me dig the ol' bong out from under 35 years of domestic detritus and we'll fire her up.
(Damn, where'd I put those screens?)