Nap time? I don't think so.
The sound of playing cards in the spokes used to be enough. Then Billy got his first machine gun.
A TRUCK SEEKS ITS NATURAL PREY... BICYCLES.
It's sand people alright, I can see a bantha.
I throw my moonshine in the air sometimes...singing AAAY-O, play that banjo!!!
CLAUS TO THE LEFT OF ME, jokers to the right