In awe I watched the waxing moon ride across the zenith of the heavens like an ambered chariot towards the ebon void of infinite space wherein the tethered belts of juperter, and mars hang forever festooned in there orbital majesty, and as I looked at all this I thought...I MUST PUT A ROOF ON HIS LAVATORY. LES DAWSON AT HIS BEST R.I.P.
that's an old one, by about 2 weeks. It's actually a full moon