Well, all the watermelons should be getting ready to go and give the local maple tree a great big hug. This is supposed to bring you closer to being one with Mother Gaia. The problem is, that bitch keeps throwing earthquakes and volcanoes at us, so she can fend for herself I think. Meh, I wonder if spotted owl tastes like chicken? Perhaps if I roast it over the lava flow from the Iceland volcano, it would taste better.
Of course I prefer this celebration coming up on Saturday. The radio spot claims they're gonna burn gas, rubber and meat. That sounds like it's made of win.