Ugh.
Dogs my fleas have.
Fleas my dogs have.
Have my fleas dogs.
My fleas dogs have.
Have fleas my dogs.
Have my dogs fleas.
My have dogs fleas.
Fleas dogs have my.
You get the picture.
Wow, "fleas" is a funny word!
(Yeah, so this is a vague Far Side rip-off.)

Last night I watched more Monkees. As a kid that was one of my favorite shows; today it IS my favorite show.
Best stuff ever:
Blues Brothers (no sex, no drugs, just lots of R&B and Catholic references. Oh, and police cars piling up on one another and Nazis flying off cliffs. I learned that car chases are fun, criminals are cool, policemen are funny, cowboys are mean, and "you can't lie to a nun." I mean, they have powers.)
Monkees (fabricated--or are they? no sex, no drugs, just lots of pop/rock and nonsensical humor. I learned that friends are more important than romance, boys with long hair are cute, and it really is fun to just live in a run down loft together while having crazy adventures in the meantime.)
I was in a band like the Monkees once. I was the drummer but I played the part of Peter. I was the quiet elusive quirky one.
I'd be in a band like the Monkees again but I'd probably end up dating all my bandmates and creating havoc. Or if they were girls, I'd want to date their boyfriends and create havoc that way. See, I've gone from being Peter to being Davy Jones. (Sudder, shudder.)
The more things change the more they stay the same.