I KILLED THE MAD HATTER, he was upstaging me. I will always remember the last thing he told me.......... " Have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk? "  Still have no idea what the old fool was talking about. He lost his marbles years ago, I found them in his pocket.

I have a limerick for you

There once was a man from Madras
Whose balls were made from brass
They clanked together
And played stormy weather
And sparks flew out of his ass