When in foam do as the foam men do. Make everyone else foamy.
I know lots of nutters. It seems that I’m possibly the only sane person left. I know this because I put the chairs back under the table when leaving a restaurant (except Pizza Hut the other day because I forgot). Mad people don’t do that – ever – except possibly if they’ve got Asberger’s syndrome.
I scored the best ever marks in a Rorsach Ink-blot test. The psychiatrist asked me what I saw and I said an irregular blob. Now he’s institutionalised. Does anyone believe me? Titter ye not! The last laugh will be on the way to the bank.