lets tell the "3 worded" story (for a good laugh)

a bear skin

bacon covered kilt.

Onetime in band

I felt a

clarinet player up

my left nostril

“Back!”, I screamed

or I will

have to take

a picture of

myself with a

pink rubber ducky!

So she stopped

blowing the clarinet

and played drums

at which point

it was discovered

that a secret

door existed, lost

to all memory