Once in a blue moon, when Mars aligns with Jupiter and the refrigerator hums just right, the cosmos giggles.
Did you ever wonder if stars have email accounts? Sending spam star-dusters to unsuspecting comets.
In the realm where clocks tick tock without any to-do lists, the divine harmony of gears sings.
A gentle wail, or perhaps a howl, when the turkey and stuffing align with the Neptunian fork.
Join the grand interstellar tea party: Sip Black Hole Tea
Dare to tick with the ticking: Untangle the Gear Fable
Through the telescope of absurdities: Hear the Universe Laugh