What's it all about? (Alfie)

You have stumbled upon Al's storage facility for things that drop out of his head and need some where to exist.

Al's imagination is a lot like a conveyer-belt. All sorts of stuff gets produced in there and then drops onto a mechanical, rubber band and gets dumped here ready to be shared, discovered, laughed at or ignored. Yes ladies and genital men, this is the place where the twisted contents of Al's mind end their days. A kind of utopia for Al's random brain spasms, aimless thoughts and momentary blips of inspiration.