one of our heads is destined for tinfoil

This weekend I either had a fever dream where I imagined two grown men travel by boat to America to seek their fortune as a rock 'n' roll band, only to walk the plank after one of them gives the captain a mullet and they get stranded on a desert island with no food and one is demanding that the other offer himself up to him for a meal, then they discover coconuts. Then one befriends one of the coconuts-- he's called Milky Joe and he wears a striped tea towel because he's French. Then the other gets jealous and befriends lots of female coconuts for group sex later, then the other gets even *more* jealous and demands he introduce him to his lady friend and they get married and she beats him up and there's an accidental death and a getaway chase involving a bamboo frame car and two coconut boys in blue, and they're tried for murder but then they make it back home again and find out that the coco loco band went to the States and usurped all their musical glory.

Either that, or I watched an episode the Mighty Boosh. violetisblue and I watched all of series 2 in one sitting. Which is odd, because up until a few weeks ago whenever people would try and explain the show to me I'd run screaming in the other direction, and now I think it's one of the best things I've ever seen. This all will come as a head-scratcher to annlarimer, who showed us The Venture Bros and accidentally freaked our stuff out bad. So forced marriage to a hermaphrodite who lives at the bottom of the ocean is okay, but Scooby-Doo parodies are right out?