We went about our affairs on Earth, confident

We went about our affairs on Earth, confident as rulers of this world while Intellects vast, cool & unsympathetic regarded our planet with envy slowly & surely drawing their plans.

piss buckets targeted at the truck driver audience. They had a vibrating warm hose that attached to their swimsuit area and drained into a gallon bottle, which you poured a little

Lucas Oil Treatment and it was good to go. Furthermore for a few dollars more you could get an attachment for it that would also fill in your Daily Log, aka Joke Book.

The jokes were terrible, though, mostly dated "mother-in-law" jokes from the mid 1950's that everyone had heard before. My mother-in-law even knew them. Soupy Sales had written

My mother-in-law about his son, Tony, being one of the Spiders From Mars. Ziggy played guitar and made it into art. These sordid jokes were slowly made into mother-in-law curry.

A stew that rippled with riffs from the Ramones and a shot of Keith Richards that made you want more. Frank Zappa

found it ironic that his best known work was Valley Girl. But he's dead now, so look where that got him. Irony kills and it kills ugly. That's why when you make stew, leave out

the meat and add all the grit and sinew you can - that's what the people want, regardless of how much they hide it. Keep it on a low heat but really whack it up when it's almost

finished...then crank that baby up to broil and burn the hell out of it...burn the hell out of everything. If they can survive that, they'll survive anything. Cockroaches, them.