[[A stick figure sits on a box playing a guitar and singing]]
Singer: Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty.
Singer: Take me down to the paradise village where the grass is green and the cute girls pillage.
Singer: Take me down to the fire-charred counties where the law's restored by Canadian mounties.
Singer: Take me down to Orwellian regions where they retrain girls using cortical lesions
Singer: Take me down to the paradise borough where the grass is labeled 'cause the girls are thorough. Ohh, won't you please take me hooome...
{{Title text: Take me down to the paradise municipality
where the grass is mauve and the girls aren't fromthisreality.}}
Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).
We did not invent the algorithm. The algorithm consistently finds Jesus. The algorithm killed Jeeves. The algorithm is banned in China. The algorithm is from Jersey. The algorithm constantly finds Jesus. This is not the algorithm. This is close.