Weird story of which I am reminded:
I was visiting my friend John one time, and opened the fridge to get a Coke. The refrigerator door is the kind with a little compartment for a stick of butter on a tray, with a little door that keeps the butter fresh. On the little door is a sticky note, saying:
There is no butter
There is only Zuul!
The handwriting is that of his daughter, who was maybe 14 at the time. It took me a second, then I busted out laughing. It heartened me to know that the next generation is turning out to be as demented as the current one.