So there he was in a bar in Mexico hiding out with some buddies from the law due to a Great Filling Station Hold Up. When he saw a woman he knew he just had to meet. “Who’s The Blonde Stranger”, he asked the bartender. “We call her Little Miss Magic”, shes a dancer here on Friday nights. Well he met little miss magic and hit it off right away. He told her about how he was a Son Of A Son Of A Sailor, and she told him that she used to travel and that her daddy, whom she considered God’s Own Drunk once gave her The Last Mango In Paris. One day he told her that he had to catch a plane and was Off To See The Lizard, he studied amphibians for a living. But when she got home there was a note that he had left her and that there are No Planes On Sunday but that he had also taken her car. And the last line on the note read If The Phone Doesn’t Ring It’s Me. She cried for days but then realized that their are more Fruitcakes in the world.

Ooh! Ooh! Look what just popped up!!!

WAAAAAAAAAAit for Sunshine, please. Thank you

UPDATE:

After I return from some fun in the sun.