Remember How Selfish Baby-Booming Salmon Made A Partner Out Of Solid Wee. Today's Truth Missile of Truth missiling away truthfully in a missiley way, cutting through the shyte spectrum towards your pointless head-hole is this:  Oh my Lord. Sausages. Hmm. Deep Beneath The Earth's Core, Slippery But Thorough Drought-Denier Rapped Three Verses Of Jay-Z Hit. 'Erm. Yes. Quite.' Bi Hag shifted uncomfortably like an embarrassed gearbox. Remember to nearly always pretend you know exactly where you are, and where you are floating towards, and WHY. <br><br>