Dechristo

...but, only for brief moments while other stations are on commercial break, right?

You two are quite a pair. It is required that one be concerned with class, caste, or station in life in order to elicit the emotion of envy. As both of you, now, have expressed a concern with that very subject (my position in this world), while I have not a concern of your own, it is apparent the two of you possess the shallowness of spirit requisite of that emotion. In fact, it was your statement of... ...which trumpetted the stench of class elitism for which I've called you out. I've not denigrated your profession, on the contrary, I've recognized that it is a field which "...involves years of study to accrue a requisite esoteric knowledge." The irony here is in the two of you ensuring, through your posts of pursuit, name-calling, and childish charge of "class-envy", that the discussion would veer toward Spray. Your charge of in this instance, is especially rich and full of irony. Do you recall the story of Christ confronting the priests, who were all about themselves, telling them that they were "white-washed sepulchres full of dead men's bones, beautiful on the surface, but full of rotting filth"? How very appropriate, on a number of counts. Raindawg, most of your posts are entertaining... keep up the good work. I do recommend you work on possessing a little liberating humility...your grades will rise commensurately.

Bill's a prophet: Pope, do you have a webcam? I'm imagining it would be quite entertaining to watch a lapdog type. Much more while Poochy Pope has History's Hero's Horsecock in his mouth, you multi-tasking pup.

For all of you planning to attend, it's best you know hand-clapping in applause is considered crude and un-hip. Instead, at the end of each song, please snap your fingers and murmur "Well said, man. Well said."

Then get started polishing my apple, bitch!

old fucks

I'll buy a couple

How cute of you defending Diving in Dated Dumpsters Dwayner...in a sycophantic sort-of-way. The stench to which I object doesn't fume from the act of digging large holes in ancient refuse piles or human burial sites (much less 1/2" holes in rock), but the olfactory offense is due to a steaming pile of occupational elitism. The "profession" is no more superior than any that involves years of study to accrue a requisite esoteric knowledge. There are a vast number mounted on these doctoral high horses. Get over yourself.

I have no concern that we're turning into a fascist state. I would be concerned if popular thought had us move toward an attempt at isolationism.

is there a sign on that doorway? "Flail Passionately On Door To Enter" ?

a midline platform of the underground interweb

is there a sign on that doorway?

pitifully pompous (although, an ostrich would be appropriate)

you can get Egypted buying trinkets right here on the innerwebs.

...and to remind you we're not hard of hearing.

"dido"?

no, it's ghey & pervy

OMFG! It's amazing! I missed the show and I'm still alive!

fuckin' trailer trash

...investigators are stymied as to why the deceased was found with both arms extended over his head, his hands locked in a death-grip on what was originally thought to be an un-inflated circus balloon...

chocolate is good

Right. Particularly, if they're so low they can be tucked into the top of the loin cloth.

fucking n00b outlaws

that's what you get for solo posting... you're lucky to have survived. fucking n00bs