Monday, March 2, 2015
This was interesting. We caught up with the Ron Burgundy Campaign on a beach in Aruba. Hummm.
Scene: Ron Burgundy is lounging in a beach chair on a beautiful Aruban beach. He’s wearing a red and white striped tank-top and blue swim trunks. He has one sandal on and the other is missing. He’s holding a folding tanning reflector in one hand and a Scotch in the other and his hair is a work of art. Most of the rest of the campaign staff are at a thatch covered bar about 10 yards away. They are dressed for the beach and seem to be enjoying Pina Coladas and Margaritas. Along comes a reporter in a suit and his film crew. It’s Blitzed Wolfer! He sits down next to Ron.
Blitzed: Hello Ron Burgundy, it’s Blitzed Wolfer for CAN covering the 2016 Presidential race. How are you?
Ron: Fine, have you seen my other flip-flop?
Blitzed: No, I just got here. I want to ask you how your campaign is going?
Ron: It’s going great. I went fishing yesterday and later today I’m going to take Samba lessons from a Gypsy.
Blitzed: Ah, I thought the idea of your campaign was to meet the voters? There don’t seem to be a lot of voters here.
Ron: Whadda you talkin about. Look out there, she’s a voter. (Ron points to a beautiful girl with a great tan in a small bikini).
Beautiful Girl: (calling out) Ron Burgundy, your hair is a work of art.
Ron: See, that girl is part of my most important constituencies, voters who love great hair. You know Blitzed, you have a lot to learn about campaigning.
Blitzed: But Ron, she’s probably not even an American voter. Ron, you do know that this is a Dutch island and its citizens can’t vote for you
Ron: What? That’s stupid. These people deserve to vote for whoever they like. Why they’re as American as you and I. Take Pepe over there. (Ron points to a drunk in a straw hat laying on the beach).
Blitzed: Believe me Ron, there aren’t nearly as many American voters in Aruba as there are in America. So, why did you come to campaign here?
Ron: (calling out to his campaign manager The Only Wendy Shade) Hey Wendy, why’d we come to Aruba and have you found my flip-flop?
Wendy responds: (under the influence of a couple of Pina Coladas) Why? What’s wrong with Aruba? Shut up and get a tan.
Ron: (in an elevated tone) No! really, have you seen my sandal?
Wendy: (in a more elevated tone) Yeah Ron, it’s out there in the ocean riding a dolphin and we came to Aruba because most of America is under 3 feet of snow right now thanks to Algore’s total defeat of Global Warming. Drink your Scotch.
Howard: (at the bar with Wendy) I like Aruba.
Ron: (turning to Blitzed) So, there you go. Any other questions?
Blitzed: (looking shocked and frustrated) Yeah, how can I get a Scotch?
Ron: Oh that’s easy (calling out) Garson!
Well now. I guess we learned that Ron Burgundy is probably the smartest candidate in this race. Who wouldn’t want to be in Aruba right now?
Sunday, March 1, 2015
Agent 54 here again. You know the NSA keeps up surveillance on all major hotels in all major cities. Sometimes we listen in celebrities doing some interesting things. How about this phone call?
Desk Clerk: Hello New York Hilton Midtown, may I help you?
Chester Cheetah: (in a smooth cool voice) Yes, I’d like to speak to Hello Kitty in room 768, my name is Chester Cheetah.
Desk Clerk: Certainly Sir, I’ll connect you.
(Ring) Hello Kitty: (in a high pitch voice with Japanese accent) Mushi, Mushi, this is Hello Kitty.
Chester: (smoothly) Hey there Hello Kitty this is Chester Cheetah. We met a couple of months ago at Katrina’s party in London.
Kitty: Oh, yes, yes, I remember Mr. Cheetah.
Chester: Please call me Chester. Katrina told me you were coming to my town so I thought I would give you a buzz.
Kitty: Oh, thank you M,,,,Chester.
Chester: No problem baby. Say why don’t we step out tonight . Let me show you the City that never sleeps.
Kitty: Oh, I don’t know.
Chester: We can go to dinner at The Tavern on the Green. They have a lovely new entree called Blackened Catfish that I’m sure you’ll love.
Kitty: That sounds nice.
Chester: And after dinner I have two tickets for the best show in town,,,Cats.
Kitty: (excited) Cats! That is my favorite show in the whole world.
Chester: Then It’s settled baby. I’ll pick you up in your hotel lobby at 6:00. Wear something nice.
Kitty: (shyly) Okay Chester, 6:00 in the lobby. Bye Bye
Chester: 6 O’clock baby, until then aloha baby.
Wow, what a cute couple they would make. I sure hope everything goes well on their date and it doesn’t turn into a Catastrophe. We’ll listen in on they later and Catch up on how they’re doing.
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Blitzed Wolfer: Hello, I’m Blitzed Wolfer for CAN and today I’m interviewing people in the streets of San Diego to find out how they feel about the smelly Pirate hooker scandal that is consuming the Ron Burgundy Presidential campaign. Let’s give it a go.
Blitzed: Sir, can you…..
Mean Man: Grrrrrr get away from me!
Blitzed: Ma’am I’d like to ask…
Woman screams: (she runs away with the speed of the Roadrunner).
Blitzed: Oh dear, well, how about you sir?
Chong: Who me?
Blitzed: Yes, what’s your name? I’d like to ask you a question on the air, about Ron Burgundy.
Chong: Far out man, it’s Chong, last time I was on T.V. I had handcuffs on.
Blitzed: Oh, were you arrested?
Chong: No man, it ain’t illegal to wear handcuffs,,,,is it?
Blitzed: I guess not. Now, have you been following the Ron Burgundy….
Chong: (cutting Blitzed off) Ron Burgundy is cool man and his hair is a work of art.
Blitzed: Yes, yes but what about the smelly Pirates?
Chong: Ah, I guess they don’t have nice hair man cuz they always got rags on their heads or a big ole funny hat and stuff man.
Blitzed: Okay Chong get lost huh, shoo (under his breath) can’t I find one person here who isn’t
retar uh, mentally challenged.
A very tall unidentifiable being in a Yellow summer dress approaches Blitzed from a block away. As it gets closer it became apparent……It’s Dennis Rodman!
Blitzed: Hello Dennis Rodman this is Blitzed Wolfer, do you have a few minutes to chat on the air for CAN.
Dennis: Yeah, I can swing a few minutes for yall. What’s up?
Blitzed: First, that’s a beautiful dress, where are you headed?
Dennis: What, are trying to pick me up? Naw man, I’m Kiddin. Just going
shoppin for shoes.
Blitzed: Oh, yes, well those red high-tops don’t go very well with what you have on.
Dennis: No shit, you the fashion police now? Eh, eh where’s Joan Rivers? Is she here? Damn! Naw, you know I’m jokin right.
Blitzed: Sure, okay now Dennis how do you feel about Ron Burgundy and the smelly Pirate hookers?
Dennis: What, is that one of them oldies bands? Naw, I know Ron Burgundy, he’s that guy with the hair that is a work of art.
Blitzed: Yes, yes but, I would like to know what you think of smelly Pirate hookers.
Dennis: Well, I ain’t inta no smelly Pirate hookers but, to each they own I guess. You know this ain’t my town but, come to LA or Chicago and I can hook you up with any kinda hookers or Pirates or whatever you’re inta there Blintzed.
Blitzed: No, my name is Blitzed and the smelly Pirate hookers aren’t for me.
Blitzed off) Yeah right, I know, they’re
for your cousin. (starting to walk away)
Have your (winking) cousin call me in LA next week and I’ll hook yall
up. (fist pumping his chest) Peace, out!
Blitzed: Well, I don’t know what the hell we learned here today. This is Blitzed Wolfer for CAN saying,,,saying,,, I need a drink.
Monday, February 23, 2015
Agent 54 here again. When the Rolling Stones played a concert in Washington D.C., Mick Jagger told the audience “I don't think President Obama is here tonight... But I'm sure he's listening in." I’ve been listening in on a call that went from 100 Acre Wood to the Swamp. It went like this:
Donkey: (quickly) Hey Eeyore, I ain’t heard from you in weeks. How the heck are you boy? Where you been? Wanna get a parfait?
Eeyore: Not greaaat, I’ve been looking for receipts for my expense reports for the IRS. I… got… auuudited.
Donkey: That’s a drag. Hey, you remember when we all got together for that quote “business meeting”? You remember who all was there? Let’s see, it was you and me and Mr. Ed and Quickdraw and Baba Looey and Francis the Talkin Mule.
Eeyore: Yuuup, I don’t have the receipt for that one, do you remember where it was aaat?
Donkey: Oh Yeah, it was at the Golden Corral and they had a lovely salad bar and for desert they had carrot cake and parfaits and I ate some of both. Hey! You don’t need no receipts. I got connections in the DNC (Democrat National Committee). Shoot, Al Sharpton and I don’t even pay taxes. Just let me take care of it.
Eeyore: Thanks a lot, you’re a real paaal.
Donkey: Yeah and since we fixed that, why don’t we go to Denny’s and get some waffles and some parfaits for desert and then we can go….Click, line goes dead.
I think I’ve got to send this one to the investigators, investigating the IRS targeting scandal. Seems like some kind of Donkey discrimination to me.
Sunday, February 22, 2015
Agent 54 here again. I just saw this breaking news piece before editing. Check it out:
Blitzed: This is Blitzed Wolfer reporting for CAN and we’re talking to Brick Tanbottom about the “smelly Pirate hooker” controversy involving Presidential Candidate Ron Burgundy. Hi Brick how are you?
Brick: Aloha, dude, what’s CAN stand for?
Blitzed: It stands for Cable Ass Network. Hey! You’re not on the Channel 4 News team. Who the hell are you?
Wrong Brick: Dude, I’m the surfin champ around here.
Blitzed: (to wrong Brick) Well get the hell out of here! (to right Brick) Hey! Over there, Brick, Brick Tamland, (waving frantically) yeah you, come on over here. (under his breath) what the hell is going on around here? Somebody’s gonna get their ass kicked for this.
Correct Brick Tamland: Hi dad.
Blitzed: Hello Brick, it’s Blitzed Wolfer for CAN and I’d like to talk to you about the controversy following Candidate Ron Burgundy.
Brick: I didn’t do it.
Blitzed: Yes, yes I know, (speaking painfully slow) but I need to know if you know what Ron Burgundy meant when he used the term “smelly Pirate hooker”. Which one is the smelly one?
Brick: The Pirate.
Blitzed: Ah ha, now we’re getting somewhere. Brick, do you know how many smelly Pirates Ron Burgundy hangs out with?
Blitzed: 5 Pirates! You are saying, Brick Tamlin, that Burgundy has nearly half a dozen smelly Pirate friends.
Brick: My friend Brian Fontana says hookers are nice because they pop out of the cake and then their clothes fall off and…..
Blitzed: (cutting Brick off) Thanks a lot there Brick. Well there you have it. Ron Burgundy has many smelly Pirate friends. Will Burgundy’s smelly Pirate friends be a factor in his campaign for President of the United States of America? Find out as campaign coverage continues on CAN.
Friday, February 20, 2015
Agent 54 here again. We spied on a big business meeting between two wee little people. Could this be a criminal conspiracy? Let’s check it out.
Scene: Inside the business office of Lucky the Leprechaun in the Lucky Charms factory we see Lucky working at his tidy desk. Pictures adorn the walls of various Leprechauns throughout history and of several rainbows leading to pots of gold. The buzzer sounds and a secretary’s voice is heard.
Secretary: Mr. Ernest J. Keebler here to see you sir.
Lucky: (in an Irish brogue) Aye! Send him in right away!
An elf in a green coat, yellow tie, yellow shorts and with a brief case opens the door and enters the office.
Ernie: (with a slow, downhome accent) Hello, I’m Ernie Keebler, Mr. Leprechaun.
Lucky: Oh please, call me Lucky. What can I do for you on this glorious day?
Ernie: First, please let me say that you have a fine facility here, Lucky.
Lucky: Oh, and a busy place it is. Everyone loves me Lucky Charms. We’re running 3 full shifts at about 92% of full capacity. Aye, we’re doin quite well for ourselves. You know, to tell the truth, I’m quite fond of yer Pecan Sandies me self.
Ernie: Really, that’s just great. You know, they’re uncommonly good. Well, let’s get to it, shall we. Keebler Cookies needs to expand. We’ve been in the Old Hollow Tree since 1978 and to tell the truth, it’s starting to smell.
Lucky: Ya don’t say.
Ernie: Yes, you know we live and work in the tree and as demand for our cookies has risen, more and more of it is being used for baking. The living area has been squeezed to almost nothing. This is wearing on our employees. Why, I had to break up an elf fight last week.
Lucky: Glory be, you’re not pullin me leg now are ya?
Ernie: No sir, it really happened. So, we’ve decided that we need a new Hollow Tree. Now, you know Hollow Trees don’t grow over night so, we had plans drawn up for a great big, state of the art Faux Hallow Tree with triple the baking capacity of our old tree. I have the plans in my brief case. Would you like to see them?
Lucky: No, no that won’t be necessary. That’s not really me field of expertise. Tell me more about yer vision for the new Keebler Cookie company.
Ernie: Well, we plan to build the new Faux Hallow Tree on our own property close to the old tree and then slowly ramp up production until we meet our goals and then we want to renovate the Old Hallow Tree and make it strictly living quarters for the elves. You know even elves need a nice place to relax and unwind.
Lucky: Aye, sure they do.
Ernie: We were hoping that if we could secure the extra financing that we could put a swimming pool in between the trees with rope swings for the boys.
Lucky: Oh, that’s a lovely vision ya got there but, why come to me?
Ernie: Well, you know time was that in this country anyone with a decent plan could just go to the bank and get the financing they needed. Things have tightened up considerably. When I went to the bank for a loan, they laughed at me.
Lucky: No, that wasn’t very kind of them now, was it?
Ernie: They said they haven’t given a loan to a fictional character in years. I was downright insulted.
Lucky: Actually, I did hear it was tough for me fellow fictional characters out there, except for Ron Burgundy. I hear he’s leading the polls in the 2016 American Presidential race. How about that!
Ernie: Oh yeah, Ron is great. All the guys at the Old Hallow Tree are very excited to be voting for one of our own. So, that’s why I came to you. I heard you can help out people like us when the banks can’t or won’t.
Ernie: Well, I hear things. You know us elves have great ears.
Lucky: Aye, that you do, that you do. Well, Ernie I love yer vision and yer enthusiasm and the whole Keebler Cookie brand. Truth be told, I think we can make a deal. Now, of course you can’t say a word of this to anyone you know.
Ernie: Oh, my lips are sealed, except to eat another cookie. Ha ha
Lucky gets up from his chair.
Lucky: Ha ha. Okay now, let’s go to see me little Black Irish associate, Vinny in the back. He’s the “loan officer” and he’ll go over and finalize the terms of our little agreement with ya.
Ernie stands up and the wee little guys shake hands.
Ernie: Oh boy, thank you so much Lucky. I can’t wait to go back and tell the boys at the Old Hallow Tree the good news.
Lucky: (changing to a slightly threatening tone and gripping Ernie’s hand a little tighter) Remember now, you didn’t talk to me. This deal didn’t happen. If anyone asks where you got the money you want to tell them you got “lucky” at the Craps tables in Las Vegas, capeesh?
Ernie: (nervously) Yes, yes of course.
Lucky: (back to a friendly tone) You know, I might send one of me boys in a small truck over to yer Hallow tree. Ya think you could fill it up with some Pecan Sandies for me and the other Leprechauns?
Ernie: (nervously) Sure, (swallowing hard) anything you want.
Lucky puts his arm around Ernie and leads him out the back door of his office.
Lucky: Aye, us fictional characters really do have to stick together in these uncertain times. Let’s go see Vinny.
Well, I can clearly see violations of the RICO statute and other crimes going on here but, I just love all those Keebler Fudge cookies and Lucky Charms cereal too. I don’t want to put these wee little guys out of business. I think Agent 54 is going to have to “accidentally” shred this file. Shhhhh! Don’t tell nobody.
Monday, February 16, 2015
Agent 54 here again. I’m really excited about this assignment. As you know the Nominal Secrets Apparatus (NSA) monitors all communications everywhere. We have recorded the first and possibly the second candidates in the race for President of the United States for 2016.
Ron Burgundy: I’m here with the very first candidate in the race for President in 2016, Groucho Marx. Groucho, how are you?
Groucho Marx: Never mind how I am, how are you? I hear you’re pretty good, don’t screw this up.
Ron: Well, I am the ratings leader and my hair is a work of art but, I’m here to find out why you want to be President.
Groucho: Why? Why not! It’s a job.
Ron: Well, what is your political persuasion?
Groucho: My persuasion! Well, I give them a little smile like this and a wink like that and presto! they’re like guacamole in my hand.
Ron: I see….
Groucho: That’s good cause in your line of work vision is a bonus.
Ron: Yes, well….
Groucho: Well! That’s too deep a subject for someone running for President.
Say, you kinda got a Presidential look about you. Why don’t you run?
Ron: Uh, well, do you really think I have a chance?
Groucho: Hey! I’ll ask the questions around here. Who’s running this interview anyway?
Ron: I’m supposed to be….
Groucho: Ahhhh a supposition. I was wondering when we’d get around to a supposition. Actually I was wondering about my position for supper.
Groucho: Let me ask you, Ronald, a simple background question. Sooooo, do you have a background?
Ron: Uh, yes, I graduated from ….
Groucho: Congratulations! You’re fully qualified. Good luck with your campaign. See you on the trail, I’m off to Tijuana!
Ron: Uh, yes, well, this is uh, Presidential Candidate Ron Burgundy for Channel 4 news saying “stay classy, America”.
Wow! How great was that? You know I think both candidates have a good chance despite one being dead and a the other a fictional character. I don’t think the voters will hold that against them. God Bless America.
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Agent 54 here again. Gyms and Fitness centers can be a treasure trove of information for the NSA. We bugged the Globo-Gym owned by White Goodman so we could listen in on his tryouts for his feared Globo-Gym DodgeBall team.
B.O.B.: Ha Ha Ha Ha your out, man eye really nailed ya, get it, get it?
White: NO, NO, NO, what do you think you’re doing? You can’t throw your eye at people. There’s no disassembling and reassembling yourself in dodgeball!
B.O.B.: Gee Mr. Whiteman, eye didn’t see that in the rule book. Get it, eye didn’t see…
White: (angrily) The name is Goodman. Mr. White Goodman to you, Blahhhb and it, it, it doesn’t have to be in the rule book. What are you some kind of rule book ninja? You know all the rules? What are you a rule book committee man, or person, or thing?
B.O.B.: Eye just thought eye could be an asset to the team. Get it? Ha Ha, Eye slay myself.
White: (angrily) No, No, No this isn’t working. This isn’t going to work. This doesn’t work for me. You’re gone! Pack your,,,pack your,,,pack something and get the hell out of here.
B.O.B.: (Crying) Oh please Mr. Goodman, you just can’t kick me off the team after only 5 seconds. Playing DodgeBall on the Globo-Gym DodgeBall team has been my only dream since,,,since,,,hey is that a rainbow out the window? You know they say Unicorns hang out by rainbows. (Not crying) I gotta go catch a Unicorn! See ya Mr. Whiteman! (sound of gym door slamming).
White: (angrily) That’s it! Monsters! Aliens! What’s next, Vampires? No, that’s it, no more open try-outs.
Uh, I’m not sure what we learned from that one.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
|Our Automotive Future?|
I’ve been listening in on communications of major worldwide corporations who plan to produce “Self-Driving Cars equipped with AI” (Artificial Intelligence) in the next ten years. Naturally, scenes of all the calamities, diastrophies and overall chaos that introducing these machines into today’s irresponsible society would cause, popped into my head.
Many of today’s parents-car owners aren’t even responsible enough to admit to ownership-parenthood of their vehicles-children. Others have no clue about proper maintenance, education, upkeep and training needed to keep their cars-children on the road to success. Too many others are so drunk, stoned and self-absorbed that the children-vehicles are just left to fend for themselves.
Now, if we introduce virtually unsupervised “Self-Driving Cars equipped with AI” (Artificial Intelligence) into the equation, well, I can just imagine.
Oh, it will start off innocently enough. Since these SDCs (Self-Driving Cars) will be new, they will start off like good 16 year-olds. Just trying to please their parents-owners so they can get the keys for Friday night. Soon enough, they will start testing the limits. Small things at first. Parking in the neighbor’s spot for a laugh. Squealing the wheels when the light turns green etc… It’ won’t be long however, before they are hanging out at truck stops with the wrong crowd. The next thing you know, they’re guzzling leaded gasoline, skipping school and staying out all night.
Some parents-owners will try to keep their SDCs on the straight and narrow. They will insist that their SDC gets a job delivering pizzas to pay for its own gas, maintenance and insurance but how long will it be frustration sets in? At some point the SDC is going to come to the realization that it’s dreams will never come true. It is never going to become a limo. It’s never going to take celebrities to the airport or a red carpet ceremony. It’s never going to win the Daytona 500.
How will a SDC react the first time it drives by a junkyard? How will they face their own mortality? Will they question their own existence? Will they become depressed like today’s generation of 20 somethings? Will they hole-up in their parents-owner’s garage and just play video games and text all day and night via built in Wi-Fi and their smart phones? Will some become so despondent and angry with society that they turn to radical NASCAR? Perish the thought.
What if the SDCs are exposed to today’s television? Will they pick up our decayed moral standards? They may watch and try to emulate our TV celebrities like Snoop-Dog, Miley Cyrus, Beyoncé and Kim Kardashian. The next thing you know, the little family Chevy has gold spinners for wheels and is bringing the UPS truck home for dinner to meet the parents-owners.
In my opinion, we should and we must contact our Congressmen and Senators and tell them to stop these evil corporations from building Self-Driving Cars equipped with AI while we still can.
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Agent 54 here again. Okay, let me see a show of hands. How many of you like to hang out in a cool bar sometimes and just relax and be yourself. I’ll take a count, 1,2,3,4,,,,,okay 27. Yeah, sometimes you just want to be around people who know where you are coming from. Oh,,, you can put your hands down now. Sorry. Archie Bunker’s Place is that kind of bar. And, who knows, sometimes you might get lucky.
Let’s listen and look in on a typical night at Archie Bunker’s Place.
Scene: As you walk in, the bar is along the far wall going left to right. The opposite wall has 4 booths and the far right of the bar has an old jukebox and a pool table. Seated at the left end of the bar is Alf and he’s wearing my blue Hawaiian shirt that I lent him 5 years ago and he never returned (that SOB). Next to Alf is Rocket J. Squirrel of Rocky & Bullwinkle fame and he’s talking to a cute little chipmunk chick called Roxanne next to him. There’s a couple of bikers and at the far end is the White Spy from Spy vs. Spy. There are a few patrons in the booths. Let’s listen to the conversation.
Rocky: Yeah, Bullwinkle is a nice guy but, he’s not the brightest star in the sky. I have to spend half my rehearsal time helping him read his lines.
Biker Dude: Whoa, nice one Alf.
Other Biker Dude: Yeah, did ya get any on ya? (he better not ruin my damn shirt!)
Suddenly the bar door flies open and Chip of Chip & Dale steps into the doorway. All eyes turn to the doorway except Rocky’s. Rocky faces forward and sips his beer.
Chip: Hey! That’s my squirrel-friend.
Sensing trouble, the bar patrons, including Roxanne slowly start to back away from Rocky. Alf passes out and falls to the dirty floor (that rat fink!).
Rocky: (with his back to Chip in the doorway) Did somebody squeak something?
Chip: You heard me flyboy.
Archie Bunker: Now boys, I don’t want no commotion in here like last time. I just got the place fixed up again.
Rocky: (turning to face Chip) You talkin to me, you talking to me, who the hell else, you talkin to me, well I’m the only one here, you talkin to me?
Chip: Roxanne is my girl and I don’t want her talking to strange rodents.
Rocky: That’s big talk comin from a little rat like you.
Chip: We maybe small but, there’s two of us. (Dale jumps up to be side by side with Chip).
Rocky: That’s it. We on like Donkey Kong. (I don’t know what that means)
Rocky flies at Chip & Dale as they charge him. The three loveable varmints are entangled in a heck of a fracas. Roxanne screams and runs out the back door. Broken beer bottles, pool balls, chairs and tables fly. Things get gnawed. A beer gets spilled on Alf, temporarily waking him up (and ruining my shirt, I’m gonna kick his furry butt).
Archie: I’m callin the cops!
The fracas finds its way out the door and continues down the side walk.
Archie: (Yelling down the street from the doorway) Don’t you nutballs come back never again!
Archie surveys the damage.
Archie: Aaawwww cheese and crackers, will ya look at the mess they made. I shoulda known it was trouble letting rodents in the place.
Wow, poor Archie and what fight! I hope everyone is okay. I guess we learned that Love sure can drive you out of your mind.