Purr Kitty, Purr

Ever feel like you need to stop and get away before you run over your Aunt Ida with her motorized wheelchair - you know, the one that's always running out of batteries? Or do you fear that one day you'll open the refrigerator and find that you haven't been eating food at all, but pieces of old broken clocks? And what about that Pilates class you signed up for; will you ever be able to do the moves without passing gas? Are we inevitably going to backhand that girl next to us who steals our juicebox or can we maybe find another way to ease the strife?
Well here's the answer, we sit down in granddaddy's easy-chair and sing a little song called, "In Them Old Cotton Fields Back Home." We treat ourselves right, and we forget about our own cool lives to melt our brains into cyberjelly. Then we inhale that Chloroform and we purr like little baby kitties. Yeah, that's right, purr kitty, purr...