Time to flex your creative juices, amateur fiction writers. I want nonsense, people. Proper nonsense.
Write your nonsense story below. If I laugh then you've made my day better, and that is all.
I'll kick off with:
The Peruvian kid grew up farming beards from spare goats. His mother had run out of eggnog and could no longer afford to feed him, so he set sail aboard the Great Moo and hit Albuquerque with a distant thunk that nary a nun's teeth could hear.