Beck needs to know.
If I came skipping down a yellow road, in a goofy dress and a couple losers and a flea bitten dog in tow, would you help me get home?
Or could I just stay in Emera…wherever you are?
Need answer fast. I may start skipping at any minute and the weather is iffy.
(Oh, and I ain’t clicking no ruby slippers together. I ain’t got none. I have red converse tho’)
It’s hard to make sneakers click.
Moderating
I’m not seeing a reference to a column or staff report here. Moving to MPSIMS.
Hah! Cecil will never find you here, my pretty! Or, your little dog, too!
There’s no place like MPSIMS.
Glinda should have had a mortarboard.
“Toto, I’ve got a feeling we’re not in Cecil’s Columns/Staff Reports anymore.”
Pay no attention to the man behind the pseudonym.
Sorry, it was those dang flowers again.
I was Poppy posting. 
There’s a joke about flying monkey poop here, but I got nothin’.
Funny.
I had to force autocorrect to quit spelling poopy instead of Poppy.
(That was a nightmare to type)
You asked if you could be helped home, and here you are, at home with us!
Pay no attention to that moderator behind the curtain!
I am hoping that Beck isn’t suffering from Existential Blues: Tom Stankus Existential Blues full version - YouTube
“Poppies, poppies, poppies, poppies…”
Posey. Looks just like her, but with less… um… nevermind.
Ruby slippers?
Ruby slippers.
But, Oz never did give nothing to the Tinman that he didn’t, didn’t already have.
Yeah, yeah. I have a heart.
I need red shoes!!
