The other day I drew a picture. It was a nice picture. It was of a duck-billed platypus with a unicorn horn, surveying a stack of pancakes, unaware of the presence of a militant worm with a bazooka. Perfectly normal, unless you consider the fact that this was all taking place on the top of a giant green mushroom. The sun may have also been a glowing purple corpse. But anyway. It was a nice, innocent, peaceful picture.
Proud of myself, I emailed the picture to a friend of mine, sure he would appreciate my vast artistic abilities.
His response was slightly different than I had anticipated.
Sigh... at least we appear to have the same sort of mental disorder.