This is a new elbow document.
I am typing here just because Steve is sitting here watching and may
find it amusing the kind of tripe that dribbles forth from my vast 
reservoir of useless nonsensary.
Nuts.  As in... peanuts.
My garbage faucet must be turned off.
Because it's making a mess of the yard.
The hose was lost eons ago, and so you can only collect the garbage 
right underneath the faucet.  
And that's where the moss grows.
It's soft and fuzzy.  But, at the same time, it tastes bad, so please
stop putting it in my salad.
Word.