Hey, Toto, guess what? I’m not not in Kansas anymore!
Ya know, I’ll bet Kansanians never get tired of hearing that line. Yet, I still wonder about the recent moves here to deport anyone who names their child “Dorothy” and to extend terrier hunting season an extra month…
I haven’t been in this state since the summer of 1973 when we drove through on our way to Colorado (being chased by tornadoes, no less). All I remember is that it was very flat and smelled like cow dung. Last night, driving across the prairie with bugs the size of vampire bats splatting against my windshield, I resisted the urge to open the windows and take a whiff.
“…I resisted the urge to open the windows and take a whiff.”
Wise choice.
It literally takes days to get the stink out of your car.
Why in the world would you want to take a whiff of vampire-bat bugs?
Maybe they were baby flying monkeys?
Play Dark Side Of The Moon, maybe it will become clearer…