Well, I'd like to start with the time I took the boat to Shelbyville. You see, I was on my way to the local cinematorium, and I had an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time.
Back then, the boat cost a nickle, which in my day had pictures of Bumblebee's on them. Give me 5 bee's for a quarter, we'd say. Anyways, that was not the important thing, the important thing was that I had an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time.
We didn't have little white onions like you folks have today, no sirree. We only had these big, purple ones. But, that is not the point, the point is that I had an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time...