Ever wake up and start your day only to realize that one fingertip, just one fingertip, smells horrible. The likes of which are unfamilliar to you. While washing thoroughly you contemplat the possibilites. You wonder "Where exactly did that finger end up last night? Could it have put its own tip, the finger's permanant leader, in harms way? I mean when you think about it the finger can not go if the tip doesn't lead. And while we are on the subject, Wouldn't you think that the whole hand would have had a say in this? When I think about it, there is litterally an entire Puerto Rican gang of phalanges, that could have grabbed the nearest knife/switch/motorcycle helmet and stopped what ever madness took place? I dont know about you, as for me though, a Puerto Rican street gang is nothing to be trifled with. During post apocolyptic exploration, three fingers and a thumb (Who is basically the Sammy Gravano of the finger world) lay onlongside oneanother in complete content. Never having so muched as mentioned anything to that finger. I say NO MORE! Let this be a lesson to ALL pointer fingers and thier kronies throughout the universe, The NOSE has stepped up and will put a stop to this insanity. Tho Nose, who we all are quite aware of, is very good friends with the entire head so when it comes to messages being laid before the mystical and enchanting center of Deivine neurologial efficacy executor, make no mistake. This message will be heard. "Take heed you brigands, tyrants and objectionables. there shall be NO quarter for those that mock the throne and spit in the face of sacred legacy. We will cleanse this holy ground of your wrongdoing and right our given right of passage" King Brainard of Splitskullakin.

I hat to say this my friend, but the time of this lawlessness has concluded.