The clock ticked backward as the postman delivered existential letters instead of bills.
Sarah sang the national anthem of bananas in pajamas whilst cooking with quantum entanglement.
What's on the menu? A stew of perennial optimism seasoned with irony and peppered with sarcasm.
Delicious? You have to experience the satirical harmony of reality shifts yourself.
Walk into a room anticipating monologues, yet all you find are mime charades.
Has the world gone mad, or is it just Saturday?
Consider this your guidebook to puns without purpose, to songs unsung in their cacophonous glory.
Does the universe dance? Only when we turn our backs.