"It is not I who is crazy?
It is I who is MAD."
Ren Hoek
I do believe:
I've got toys in the attic.
I've got bats in the belfry.
The lights are on but nobody is home.
My elevator doesn't reach top floor.
I took a trip around the bend.
I'm dipping into the squirrel stash.
I'm nutty as a fruitcake.
I'm mad as a hatter.
I'm not playing with a full deck.
I've got a few screws loose.
I fell completely out of my tree.
I lost all my marbles.
I've started howling at the moon.
I have a straightjacket in every color.
I've cracked, bent, gone spacey, noodled out, twisted off and I am most definitely certifiably insane in the membrane.
I'm tripping billies.
I'm one taco shy of a combo plate.
I'm queer as a football bat.
I have gone all Patsy Cline and I don't think I'm coming back.
Welcome to Wackjob City; population: ME!
Yeah, that might be a little too "happy".
2 comments:
I was almost expecting the lyrics for "Crazy" in this post ;)
Ok...so what kinda cookies do you have? That's important too, ya know :p
White chocolate chip....with NUTS! (of course)
Hmmm...I'm allergic to nuts. (and yet, I attract them so easily)
;)
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