Dr_Flash_Amazing

Gargle biodiesel, redwood-roper.

You've taken your "Twinkle Toes" nickname to heart, it appears. Splendid.

Trask?

From a recently received e-mail: "If you were a US Energy Company called Powergen, and you had a subsidiary that operated in Italy, what would you call that subsidiary's Website? Probably not http://www.powergenitalia.com But they did!"

Hey, how the hell'd you get ahold of the official Dr. Flash Amazing Press Kit? You just better not abuse the backstage passes, buddy.

Well? What's it s'posed to be, Mac Daddy?

Ba-dump-bump, CRASH! *cue laugh track*

"Come to impawards.com for one of the web's largest galleries of movie posters"

30 seconds 'til the "your mother" quip.

Good, Trask; you just keep letting Word think for you, and DFA will keep pointing out that you're an idiot. How'll that work out for you?

A typical key-punching Mac geek This Iain knows not of what he speaks The poor chap's spent his load Wading through too much code He's brain-dead, and hasn't showered in weeks

This is doubtless another piece of cheap Defense Dept. propaganda, meant to keep us interested in and supportive of our country's absurd occupation of Iraq. Hey, on that note, send THESE PEOPLE some dough for the new "Misleader" advertisement they're putting together. Good organization; they're putting GW's feet to the fire, and making him look like the lying ass that he is. Righteous!

Speaking of dumb fuckers, Trask: "For you fucking college boys who can't spell." Next time, get your shit right before you go talking shit.

This RobBob's a curious fellow When insulted, he'll yell, snort, and bellow Spastically, he cavorts Sometimes staining his shorts Like just now, as you see, they've turned yellow

A down-on-his luck lad was RobBob So to earn a buck he took some odd-jobs Made five bucks shucking prawns And ten more mowing lawns And for fifty, he gladly slobbed Greg's knob!

Corona?! Sorority girl!

Here, friend, why don't you head out in the back yard, seek out your diminutive pecker, and go piss in the wood chipper. Uncultured tree-jockey.

*beeeeeeeeep* Hey, Greggy-weggy-weggers ... it's your Rude-duder ... hey, sorry about last night, I just don't know what to say. When you started talking about Big Bros and wide cracks, I just couldn't help myself, and I just ... I got carried away. I won't ever make you do something you're not comfortable with ever again. Unless you want me to, you big snuggly-wuggly-buggly bear, you. Call me later, sugarbombs. *beeeeeeeeep*

There goes their credibility. "Bonair - enjoyed by crass simpletons from Seattle to Salem! Steal a bottle today!"

Duly noted. Tried the Bonair (huh huh, you said ...) Merlot at some friends' house in Tacoma around Christmas. Fair drinkable stuff, it was. Thanks for the recco's, y'all. And in return, might DFA suggest the Geyser Peak Sauv. Blanc. Their Cab is also a goodie.

-punter

Why those saps waited for that lousy Texan shortcutter is beyond this Doctor's reckoning. They shoulda stole his water bottle and bailed!

Bitchin'. Duly noted. What's this Cavit business?

Yeah, OK, a Pinot Gris. Now how 'bout you recommend one?