Word salad.

My word salad days have wilted.

Word salad. Yes. - Happens to me all the time.

You can't just take an entire meal and slap the word "salad" on it.

With my night terrors, the clown phobia and now word salad... you don't worry about me?

What-what is it? That word "salad" is the passwords to my accounts-- personal portfolio, corporate, the works.

And all I've gotten out of him is word salad and the occasional spit in the face.

And all I've gotten out of him is word salad and the occasional spit in the face.

But what the hell does that have to do with this episode of word salad? Well, Alan, the human mind is like a bucket.

What do you think of when you hear the words, "Sudden Valley"? Salad dressing, I think.