We Are All Star Dust

We climbed the ladder into the white hole, and where do you think it took us first? The Curmudgeon's Club, of all places! I felt puzzled about it and asked Carl why we came here? He just danced and smiled at me saying I had a lot to learn about life.

I told him that I had been here before, but it puzzled me because the curmudgeons were so very nice to me even though they bitched and complained all the time. Carl just danced and laughed some more.

He then told me that the first thing I had to come to realize was that everything was made of the same stuff -- star dust. Every one of us was made of the same stuff -- star dust. We are all things to all men. We are all Star Dust.

He explained that it didn't matter if we were Pollyanna or Scrooge, we were just showing different aspects or parts of us and we were all still made of star dust. The good, the bad, the rich, the poor, the nice, the mean, the happy, the sad. It is just the particles that make us all up, star dust.

Then he looked at my lamb's head and danced and laughed more as he said, "There are baaaaaaah-illions and baaaaaah-illions and baaaaaah-illions of stars in the universe, and we are all made from them. We are all star dust. We are all the same."

The White Hole

I came to a beautiful meadow and had a sudden urge to graze, and that scared me because I had been cursed by Enditall the witch and she had turned my head into a lamb head. As I stood talking to a chicken, I heard a voice calling me and saying, "Come, let me unlock the secrets of the universe for you."

It was Carl Sagan. Or maybe it was the ghost or Cosmic Residuum from the vacuum of space, since he has died. But I sort of liked the way he would say, "There are baaaaaaah-illions and baaaaaah-illions and baaaaaah-illions of stars out there."

He was holding a ladder for me to climb up into a "white hole." I had never heard of a white hole and the idea fascinated me. He said, "Follow the light, follow the light. Always go toward the light."

I thought about it and considered that I would rather be a moth than a wool suit just like I'd rather be a hammer than a nail. So I went over and climbed up his ladder into the white hole.

Henry and April Discuss Botany

It was sure sunny and nice inside, but it seemed like I was outside! That sure was confusing! And as I went up a path I met Hashish Henry and April of the Pansi Files talking about plants. They both love plants and nature. They were so engrossed in discussing some bush that they didn't even look at me. That really pissed me off and besides, I had to go pee again. So I ran on down the path to find a tree to squat behind. That is nature's baaaaaaaa-throom.

Rainy Outside, Sunny Inside

The rain continued to pour down as I ran from the fire escape, but then I saw a door opened into the building that seemed very strange. It was sunny inside there. And it looked like a garden or something. So I ran to the door and went back inside the Blochalela Foundation to get out of the cold rain which was starting to hurt as it hit me.

Running In The Rain

Outside the door was a fire escape, which I started down as it was pouring down the rain out there. It had seemed so bright in the doorway from inside the hall, but it was gloomy and wet when I got out there. It sort of reminded of how I felt about Hashish Henry, the Sandwich Head Man. When I first got to know him, it all seemed so exciting and bright, but after getting to know him, it all seems like such a gloomy situation.

I was just glad to get out of that place and after getting to the bottom of the fire escape, and slipping on the wet metal steps several times, I began to run. I ran and ran. I just felt like running. So I ran! As fast and far from that place as I could.

The rain actually felt good hitting my face in the hot weather of summer, like taking a shower. The water was cool, but I was really hot, so I guess things evened out. And I ran and just kept running in the rain.

A Way Out

Back in the hall, Hashish Henry was gone and everything looked sort of normal. And then I noticed a door at the end of the hall that seemed to be opened and sunlight was shining in. Henry the Sandwich Head Man must have went out that way. A light at the end of the tunnel! I then quickly ran toward the light. I felt as if I was running in slow motion and could hear a voice in my head crying out, "Go to the light, go to the light." I finally got there and didn't hesitate to rush outside.

The Painter

The room I went into must have been part of Cheesemeister's house because there was a guy, I'm not sure who it was, that was painting a mural of the Death Cheese Band. And he was using a roller! Some artist he was! At least I found some clothes in there so I could change out of that wool suit so that Weirsdo of the Pansi Files would stop teasing me about my attire. These pants are 100% cotton denim and the T-shirt is cotton, thank-you-very-much! That suit was a itchy as this stupid lambs head I am stuck with.

So after I changed clothes I left that room and let the guy get back to his work. He just couldn't concentrate while I changed clothes. It must have been the Spooky Guy! What a pervert he is!

Twilight Matrix Zone

When I came out of that room into the hall, everything was different. It was even more weird than before. It was like the Twilight Zone meets the Matrix. And Hashish Henry, the Sandwich Head Man, was wearing a trench coat and sunglasses. Then he talked like Rod Serling slow voice saying, "There's a signpost up ahead!" That made me giggle and even laugh. I had started to dislike the guy, but his silly humor made me like him again. It's funny how your opinion and attitude towards people can change so quickly and drastically just by the way they act.

But when the joke wore off and I stopped laughing, he was still the same. He kept that coat and glasses on and continued to talk that slow silly talk. Yes it was no longer funny after several minutes and it seemed silly and even stupid after a while. It began to get on my nerves and I began to dislike Henry again.

Henry made karate poses and said he was the ONE. Yeah, the one big fool, I thought to myself, and after he kept doing that crap, I spoke my thoughts. That seemed to piss him off. I told him he was just luck I don't piss 'on' him! That would be worse than being pissed off. Well, that poor ghoul guy back in the room was really pissed off because he got pissed on.

I got sick of the stupid game Henry was playing and couldn't figure why some people get stuck on one thing they like and won't do anything else. But I didn't have time to do any analyzing right then, even if I was beginning to think Henry was behaving as they call 'anal behavior'. I just knew he was acting like an asshole and this was a bunch of shit! I was annoyed and wanted to get out of there.

So I just turned and walked up the hall and went into another room.

Stranger In The Floor

It was nice and peaceful in the room that I went into. But the room was empty except for a picture of Death Cheese on the wall and some guy in the floor. Yes, I said 'in' the floor. I wasn't sure who this fellow was, and thought it might be Gary Ghoul, a friend of Cheesemeister. All I knew was that I really had to pee. I saw a cable wire over in the corner, but peeing up a cable wire is like peeing up a rope. I just had to go! Really really bad! So all I could do was squat over the guy and let go with what they call a "golden shower". Well, he did seem to smile, so I'm not sure if he was really dead or undead or a ghoul or some sort. And then I noticed that in the picture on the wall, the Death Cheese Band was all laughing hysterically. That was so embarrassing to think they had been watching me! So I quickly ran back out of the room into the hallway.

I Had To Make A Decision

That was sure a long utility tunnel. We walked and walked, and it turned into a hallway with doors. We walked and walked but the hallway just didn't seem to end. I was wanting out, and I had to pee. I asked Hashish Henry when this long ass hall was going to end so we could get out of here, but he just laughed. The Sandwich Head Man told me that the hallway doesn't end, but I have to choose a door to go through.

I looked at the doors, but there was no writing on them that told what was inside on the other side. Nothing. Not even numbers. All the doors looked alike. He told me to make a decision but how could I decide if they all looked the same. He just laughed some more.

That laugh was getting annoying to me. This ain't funny! It's serious stuff here. I wanted to get out of there and had to pee. I was really getting pissed off, so to speak. Hashish Henry just laughed. I think that moment is when I really began to hate or despise him. And he was dripping mayonnaise which looked very snotty and sickening. Ewe! It was gross!

So I just couldn't stand it anymore and walked over to just any door. All I wanted to do was get out of there. I opened the door and went in.

The Utility Tunnel

I leaped through the hole in the bathroom into the utility tunnel to make my escape from the Blochalela Foundation of the Pansi Files. But when I got in there, I saw a really scary sight! It was just terrible! So gross! That Freddy guy was in there and he was choking a chicken. Now that is a really sickening and frightful sight for a young innocent girl like me to see. I bet it will scar me for life! Ewe! I really ran down that utility tunnel with Hashish Harry leading the way out of that creepy place!

My Escape

When I was dressing in the bathroom, I noticed a hole in the wall and at first thought it was someone trying to spy one me! I mean, that is what usually comes first to our minds, like something bad is going on. But then I saw it was Hashish Henry, the Sandwich Head Man! My boyfriend! He had come through the utility tunnel and knocked a hole to rescue me! How sweet of him!

But I wasn't all wrong about someone trying to spy one me. Smelt of the Death Cheese Band was google eyeing me from the toilet! I always thought there was something fishy about that guy!

So I gathered up my clothes and wine and Deep Thought's brain, which I borrowed to study about politics, then jumped through the hole to go with Henry and escape from this madhouse they call the Blochalela Foundation of the Pansi Files!

Daisy Steals Axe Man

It felt like being swooped up by Superman and carried through the clouds when Axe Man of Death Cheese scooped me in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. But then I felt that awful sinking feeling in my stomach as I fell from his arms when he loosened his hold. I hit the floor with a 'thud' sound. The romance was suddenly over before it began!

In the bed was Daisy of the Pansi Files. That hot dog loving Barbie Doll was looking at Axe Man so seductively with a platter full of wieners as she softly sang the Oscar Myer theme song and waving wieners around then slowly slurping mustard from them and letting it drip down her chin. Ewe! It was so gross!

Axe Man completely forgot about me and leaped into bed with her. I could hear a strange sound like, "Aaaaaccccckkkk!" and for a moment thought I saw a figure of a ghost or spook at the end of the bed, but I'm not sure about that. I was too upset to be concerned anyway. I got to my feet and ran back to the bathroom with my clothes in hand and besides, I had to pee pretty bad again. Maybe I have a bladder problem.

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Axe Man Carries Me Away!

I came out of the bathroom after Axe Man smashed up the flying orb with razors. We embraced. And then he began swinging that sharp big ax at me! But as fast as he swung it and as close to me as he came, he didn't leave so much as a scratch on my skin.

He is really talented with that big long thing! Those razor sharp edges sliced my clothes right off of me and just as quickly and swiftly as his swinging, he scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bedroom.

What I was not aware of at the time, was that my boyfriend, Hashish Henry the Sandwich Head Man, was right outside the window watching everything! But to be honest, at that moment I didn't really care!

Axe Man Is My Hero!

As I shuttered nervously in the bathroom, fearful of that orb with razors trying to get in, I suddenly heard a loud clanging racket on the other side of the door. I peeked through some splintered cracks which the orb had made as it banged against the door trying to get in to me to cut off my head. I could see Axe Man from the Death Cheese Band swinging his huge tool and balls of sparks flying as he struck the orb.

They battled in a frenzy creating quite a musical sound, much better than Death Cheese had ever produced on stage. In my safe haven I began dancing to the musical sounds and frolicking with excitement as I watched the battle. It then grew quiet as the metal ball was nothing more than shreds of scrap scattered over the floor. Axe man was my hero!

I rushed out of the bathroom but hesitated a moment. I turned to the bathroom and flushed the toilet because I had to stop and pee while watching all that excitement. After washing my hands, I then went back to the living room and hugged my hero and savior! What a guy! A lousy musician, but quite a hero!

Am I Worrying unnecessarily?

After Deep Thought gave me the ultra contacts and left, or turned into a raven and flew away, or whatever.... that silver orb with razors sticking out rose up from the table and began floating around the room. Then it came at me as if it was trying to cut my head off or something.

And what was really scary was that I saw the Axe Man from the Death Cheese band peering through the window. I started to date him, but changed my mind because he was a tiny bit too violent for little ole pacifist me. But I saw that he had his ax with him and I began to worry that he wanted to chop my lamb's head off, and that would make Weirsdo cry because she couldn't make puns about it.

And I was also worrying that the orb ball thing was some new experimental device that the Blochalela Foundation is famous for creating. That orb continued to swish around in the air close to my neck with those razors while Axe Man was prying up the window and entering. So I rushed toward the bathroom and locked the door while the orb thing kept banging against it with the razors and splintering the wood. All this made me worry, sort of. But I began to think that maybe I just worry too much. Could be.

Heard A Tap Tap Tapping

I had tumbled and turned and just could not go to sleep. Then I kept hearing tapping sounds. First I thought it was coming from the bathroom, and then it sounded like it was coming from the living room. That Blochalela Foundation of the Pansi Files is really nice to give me a suite with a kitchenette, living room, bedroom and bathroom. Almost like home. But I still felt uncomfortable there for some reason. Tapping noises from the bathroom. Tapping noises from the living room. What was going on?

I then just got out of bed and went back to the living room to read a book. Yes! I do read a book now and then! And so I wanted to read the story about a guy called Hamlet. I'm not saying any more about him. I think Hamlet was Shakespeare's son who died when he was eleven in 1596. Then he wrote the story and named the main character after his son in about 1600. But the story he wrote didn't have anything to do with his son because his son was only eleven and the story was about a prince who was older. Well, Mel Gibson played as Hamlet and he was no young fellow at the time. Oh, I'd better shut up before they get all over my ass again.

Any way, as I was reading, there came a tapping, a rapping at... oh, it was on the window pane. Yeah! I read Edgar Allen Poe, too! I'm just surprised that he hasn't been over to the Cheesemeister's house yet. All those creepy dead guys seem to want to hang around her at her place for some odd reason. There must be something about her that attracts strange people like a flickering flame draws moths. That was a simile or sort of like a metaphor. I think I'll try to use one next time I write an article on Asinine News Editorials and Features. I have to make it cool or they will fire me. They didn't like the last one I wrote.

I'm so tired! I've got to finish up this post! The person tapping at the window was Deep Thought. He had given me a map to get here at the Blochalela Foundation, but he said there was something on the back and I had to have some kind of ultra glasses to see it. I didn't have any, so he brought me some kind of contacts so I could read the message on the back of the map he had given me. Whew. This is getting too long. So I'll stop for now by just saying that when I put the contacts in my eyes, I saw some strange ball or orb on the table with sharp things sticking out of it. That's enough until next time!

I Had Such A Restless Night

Oh, was it because of sleeping in a strange or different bed in a new place, that I tossed and turned so much as I was unable to relax and fall into a comfortable sleep? Perhaps it is situations like this that brings to mind the expression "There is no place like home" because it just doesn't feel the same.

As I snuggled and readjusted and squirmed all night long, I felt an eerieness inside like a dread or foreshadowing of catastrophe or a red flag waving in warning of having made a very wrong and dire decision. It was as though something was hanging over my head and was about to drop a doom upon me at any moment.

I cried a cocktail of tears. Tears of fear. Tears of hope. Tears of the longing for things to be as they once were. And even tears of laughter of the silliness of this situation as I thought about poor Hashish Henry, the Sandwich Head Man who suffers a similar affliction as my own. Tears of anger at the smart-ass witch, Enditall who needs to have her witch's union card revoked and forced to suffer the very tragic and evil effects she has perpetrated upon others. And tears of irritation from the stinging sensation of the fabric softener they use on those pillow cases!

I Began To Have Serious Doubts

The staff at the Blochalela Foundation of the Pansi Files was very cordial and the pills that Dr. Doo Doo gave me really made me relax and feel much more confident. I was beginning to really believe that it was a very smart idea to have come here to allow them to reverse the spell of the witch Enditall and change my head back from a lamb's head to my original head. That is, until I went to my room and was getting ready for bed. That is when the doubts began to come back over me about this place and all the rumors that I had heard about it. People have told me they do all kinds of ungodly experiments on people, and late at night there could be heard all forms of hideous screams for help coming from this very building. My stomach really churned and turned like a raft in the perfect storm when I saw my bed.

The Blochalela Foundation

I finally found the Blochalela Foundation of the Pansi Files where they claim that they can reverse the curse of the witch Enditall and restore my head back from a lamb's head to my normal girl's head.

It is so strange that when something is far off, we feel so brave about it, but as we get closer, we feel less and less sure of ourselves and we get more and more nervous and unsettled about it all. That is what happened to me as I approached the Blochalela Foundation. It seemed like such a good idea at first when it was out of sight and just some abstract idea. But when I saw that big building, I could feel my stomach beginning to roll and as I got closer to it, my knees seemed to buckle under my own weight as I felt so much anxiety about it. And when I reached the door, I was covered with sweat and shaking all over, especially my hands as I tried to knock. All kinds of strange thoughts came to my mind about that place and I began to have a lot of doubts. Blochalela and Dr. Doo Doo acted really congenial as I entered the lavish lobby. I saw Brown Bear Brownie and Emrald at the top of the stairs by the ghost of Sigmund Freud. There's something that makes us feel so small and insignificant as we go into a huge place like that!

I Met With Deep Thought

I finally got to the Watergate Hotel and met with Deep Thought across the street in the park. He gave me a map showing me how to get to the Blochalela Foundation of the Pansi Files where they might be able to reverse the spell Enditall put on me making my head a lamb's head. But I am sort of scared of that Dr. Doo Doo and all them guys. No telling how I will come out of there!

He Wasn't Really Jesus, But He Was Nice

I finally realized that the guy wasn't really Jesus at all, but he was the hippie guy that looked like Jesus. So he wasn't able to change my lamb's head back to my regular head. The nice curmudgeons had given me some wine in case I got thirsty on my trip and I shared some with the hippie guy who showed me some really pretty plants that grow in that strange forest. I really liked that guy. He was as much fun as the Sandwich Head man, Henry. I then began missing Henry's delicious kisses because they really satisfied my craving for munchies. I then had to leave the hippie guy because I had to go... someplace. But I couldn't remember where, yet I went on my merry way anyway figuring I'd think of where I was going eventually or when I got there.

Taking A Short Cut

I thought that I would take a short cut through the woods, so I changed into some jeans and lucky that I did because there were ghosts in those woods and then a killer rabbit chased me. But what shocked me the most was when I met Jesus in the woods. That was amazing. He said He could sympathize with my lamb situation. So I asked Him if He could do one of those miracle things like He did back in the day and change my head back. But He just stammered around and said that He felt He shouldn't be messing with spells that others cast on me. You know what? I think He was actually sort of afraid of Enditall. Now that is something when the Big Guy Himself is afraid of silly old Enditall the witch. But when He asked me if I had any wine, that is when I began to get suspicious about this guy.

Curmudgeon's Club

I headed on down the yellow dust lane to try and find Neverland which is supposed to be near the Stuffed Animal Planet where the Blochalela Foundation is supposed to be. Along the way I stopped at a place that was called the Curmudgeon's Club and it had a sign that said "fvyge" which I didn't know if it was a bad word or not. But those Curmudgeons were really rude, ill-mannered, bad-tempered and so cantankerous! They really scared me to death.

But, you know what? I was really surprised. They turned out to be the nicest people I have ever met in spite of their yelling, griping, quarrelling and fussing so much. They gave me a really nice meal to eat in spite of the fact they kept complaining about it. And they gave me some really nice clothes to wear. One bitched at me and said I'd better take care of them because it was the dress his mother was buried in. Those Curmudgeons have a strange sense of humor if you want to call it that. And they even let me take a bath and shower in private, even though they grumbled about my using too much hot water and soap. They were so nice about helping me in spite of acting so surly. Made me think.

I mean, as I was alone soaking in the hot tub I thought about love and friendship. I have known people who seemed to do everything I wanted and pretended to be so nice and courteous to me, but it so often turned out that they had ulterior motives or ended up stabbing me in the back. But then there's that boyfriend or husband or friend that gripes and groans and fusses whenever you ask them to do something for you. But then they do it. Why? Because they love you. What I mean is that they did something they didn't want to do which really shows how much they care. That's how these Curmudgeons were. They did things they didn't want to do for me because deep inside they were really nice people. Not like the people who act nice just on the surface.

After getting to know the Curmudgeons and understanding them better, I was able to laugh when I left and they yelled at me about being glad to see me go and please don't come back. Those Curmudgeons! What a funny sense of humor they have!

Fairy Soccer Godmother

As I was walking down the yellow dirt lane toward town, I passed a strange looking lady. She said she used to be the Fairy Godmother when she was young, but had married the Godfather and now is a soccer mom, so she doesn't do much magic stuff like she did back in the day with Cinderella. So she has all but forgotten how to undo spells. She recommended that I go to the Blochalela Foundation of the Pansi Files and check it out.

Advice From Top Adviser

After rolling down the hill through all that sheep shit, I went up on the porch of the farm house and knocked at the door, and who do you think answered? It was Hammy! A guy with a pig's head! Oh, wait. My bad! It was just a little dark in there. That's Karl Rove, not Hammy as I first thought. He is the top adviser to the President of the United States, so, thinking he could give me advice, I asked him what I should do about this lamb's head. He just said it didn't really matter. He told me that if you could get the right influencial friends and power, then you really don't need a head at all. That didn't sound like sound advice to me, so I left and headed down the road toward the town or village or whatever it was.

It Ain't Funny, I Tell You!

I clicked the heals of my red slippers together and said three times, "There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home." I began to feel light headed (no jokes about my white lamb's head, please) Things began to swirl around and around until I found that I was standing in the middle of a herd of sheep! How disgusting! They really did stink! Now, I not only have the head of a lamb, but I stink like sheep. And each time I took a step, I stepped in sheep shit! It got all over my pretty red slippers and even splashed up onto my legs and dress. It was a real mess! So I not only had a lamb's head and smelled like sheep, but had sheep shit all over me!

In the distance, in the sky, I could hear laughter. It was that silly wizard flying off in a hot air balloon and laughing at me. It ain't funny. There's mutton, I mean nothing funny about having a lamb's head and smelling like sheep and sheep shit! It just ain't funny! So none of those silly lamb jokes, please. This is really serious stuff here!

And what is even more tragic about it all is that when I tried to walk back to the farm house I fell, and of course I landed right in several piles of sheep shit. Sheep shit everywhere! Sheep shit all over me! It just ain't funny, I tell you! And I think there was a goat in with that herd of sheep because something ate one of my red slippers, and then it butted me every time I tried to get up, making me fall back down in that sheep shit! It was just horrible, I tell you! It's not funny at all! I even got a mouth full of sheep shit when I screamed after being butted back down into the sheep shit. Now my breath smells like sheep shit!

That stupid goat, or whatever it was, wouldn't let me get up at all. My butt is all black and blue now, but I'm not going to show a picture of that. This is all too embarrassing. And it ain't funny! I had to crawl, then roll down the hill to the farm house. Of course I rolled over and over in all that sheep shit. But I finally made it to the front door of the farm house.

I Visited The Wizard of Oz

I took Ariel's advice and went to Oz to find the Wonderful Wizard. Oh, yes. Maybe he could find a way to reverse the curse that Enditall cast on me and making my head a Lamb's head. Everything seemed so grandiose there. So fantastic. So much larger than life! But like Dorothy, I found that the Wizard was just a common man behind the curtain with all kinds of dials and knobs and switches which created all the illusions I was experiencing there. I guess that's how life is sometimes. Simple, common people creating illusions that cloud our thinking and judgements. That's how they get power and riches by making us believe they are larger than life.

And then the common little old man tried to talk a lot of crap and bull to me. He said the answer was inside and all I had to do was look inside to find out all the mysteries of the universe. That sounds like a very good idea on the surface, but I really don't believe people really learn about the outside world by sticking their head up their own ass. They just create their own illusions about life instead of falling for the games that others try to make us play along with. But out of respect, I listened to him.

"You will find the answer to all your problems and the world's problems right there in your own backyard." He said. "Just click your heals together and say 'There's no place like home' three times." So that is what I did. I clicked my heals together and spoke the words. Then something strange happened. (Continued tomorrow)

I Went Seeking Help

I went to see Harry and find out if he could do some kind of magic to undo the spell that Enditall cast on me. But when he saw me he just laughed and said there wasn't anything that could be done except by the person who put the spell on me. That meant Enditall would have to reverse the spell and she was the only one who could. Brittney the devil cult leader from the Pansi Files was also there and she really laughed and howled when she saw me. I think she was glad about it. She just waved Harry's big wand around and laughed at me. To make things even worse, Harry went, "Baaaaah! Baaaaaah!" as he laughed. I never thought that he would be like that. But I guess everyone has their little quirks that we are always surprised to discover about someone we thought we really knew. But he was mostly just musing with me.

I Felt So Silly With a Lamb's Head, Until...

The spell or curse that Enditall put on me which changed my head to Lambchop's head really upset me and made me feel really silly and stupid, that is, until I went to the 7-11 store to get some Mad Dog 20/20 wine and saw Henry. When I walked in, he laughed his ass off at me and it made me mad at first, but after looking at his stupid looking sandwich head, I began to giggle, then laugh. We both laughed and laughed. I hung around until time for him to get off work and was pretty well plastered after drinking all the wine they had in the cooler. So was Henry. I am afraid he will get fired, but the way we felt we just didn't care about anything. We didn't even worry about our silly looking heads. We just went on to Henry's back yard.

Enditall's Curse

Enditall cursed me and put a spell on me so that my head turned into a lamb's head. As a matter of fact, Lambchop's head! That is the little puppet that I always slept with as a kid and that is why they nicknamed me Lammy. But Enditall must have had some deep grudges against me and my cousin Dog Face Girl because she has now made my head Lambchop's head! What am I going to do now?