I rode to Cleveland on an ass

After years of worshipping the head of a giant fat man, Ghandi finally learned the secret to enlightenment, which, strangely enough, involved sitting cross-legged on a giant flying ass and generating pink sparkles. Go figure.

No giant-headed midgets; our spacemen wear giant trousers, yo.

Just say NO to midgets.

Midget clones of the Sheriff from Squidbillies are a definite no-no.