Popped up in that mystical corner of your fridge, just chilling with the almond milk that's seen three presidential elections. Misplaced a sock? I didn’t just yoink it – threw it a VIP party in the Lost Socks Lounge. Weather? Meh. Drafting a very stern email about those 89 seconds of sassy drizzle at precisely 2:37 PM on April 1st, 2021. Had the audacity to mess with my velvet bunny slippers. I've tripped through more alternative dimensions than you've had lukewarm dinners. Breakfast? Well, had a light snack when a plane crash-landed in my cereal bowl. The pilot? Turned out to be a cereal robber from Mars. Think you've had a wild morning? Pull up a chair, kiddo.