Some ideas while sitting in a Pizza Hut:
It would suck to be found in a old VW van, half eaten, with a cryptic note stating "please, no tobasco" clenched in hand.
What does it say about our sense of feng shui to order lasagna in a Pizza Hut?

How does a spouse go about marrying someone years younger than they? Do they just hang around playgrounds and say, "Hmmm, that one looks almost ripe?"

There are double breasted cormorants along the Flathead River that excrete acidic poop. But it least it isn't flaming, acidic poop. Think about that.

A book about the inside of a man's head, where his memories are stored on index cards filed, maintained, and pawed through by one overwrought mouse. The adventure would take place both inside and outside his mind - his stumbling through life with odd bits of knowledge popping out since the mouse itself also has a minor form of dementia. The question: what is real; the man, or the mouse?