Cahuenga langa langa shoebox soup

Just wanted to throw up a quick link to yesterday's Leonard Pitts column. Not because it's particularly spectacular as far as Pitts columns go, but because it reminded me of a scene from an unfinished screenplay known to myself and two readers as Cherry Cream Soda, which, if ever completed, would probably be the most surreal sci-fi horror romantic comedy-drama ever committed to film. This post will mean absolutely nothing to anybody else, so to those readers, I apologize. Please return to your lives.

Oh, and also, coconut sex with a mongoose.