Life in Zamunda

This one time I found a chandelier in a garage that was caked in Aunt Jemima's maple syrup. Next to the chandelier was a feral cat that started growling at me. Caught off guard, I reached down and tightened my boot straps, ready to turn the cat into granny cindy's next meal. Next thing I know I'm face up on a flatbed truck halfway to Nova Scotia. When life gives you lemons, make a papier-mâché bonnet.