Empty your minds, masses. You heard the question. This thread is inconsequential; you won't remember it in a year's time, but the question will remain, and you must answer it!
...THE EYES! THE EYES I HAVE FOUND! PRAISE HERRING, FOR THEIR ALLEGED DELICIOUSNESS COMPELLS MEN TO THE VOICE OF FOREVER!!!
(another brief pause)
Relative anonymity is the bomb, or some form of hefty rock, at least! A pox on social inhibition for locking our weirdness away!
Also, on a more serious note...no, it's gone...
(Look at the clock for five seconds. Now look back. Pretend I wrote "brief pause" here and continue.)
Screw it. Be as weird as possible. Go forth, my brethren, and spread thy weirdness to the nearest reaches of turning a one-eighty and staring at your feet! For the universe is donut-shaped; there is nowhere to go but in circles! You are trapped, as the walls compress your brain!
Plus, I need your support for Project Gourdfruit, the theory of which is, if we amass enough weirdness, a vortex of transmongous proportions will appear, turning the Earth sideways and rendering Antarctica habitable. An army of moth-striches (currently in orbit), will then reveal themselves and commend everyone involved on a job well done, moving the planet's hatemongers and garbage-men to said continent, and thus allowing the remainder to become a Utopian society free of both war, and people who fail to eat what they serve.
Should I have put another exclamation point there?