Dechristo

I find Methadone to be a practical substitute.

Missing, also, is the poll option, "I ascribe to the nebulous definition and blanket application of the term 'ego', as applied ubiquitously by Kevpwn."

Considering your obsession with buttholes, I pity your Bert 'n' Ernie hand puppets for the repeated spelunking adventures you foist upon them. You do wash those hand puppets, occasionally? Or is their acquired patina and bouquet part of the charm for you?

perhaps, he's attempting to cultivate, within himself, patience and sympathy - a ministry as it were - for the narrow-minded deluded in thinking they are broad-minded.

Muffy, you must consider the source. Kevpwn, practices saying, "well said!", to his Bert 'n' Ernie hand puppets.

it's easy to manipulate anything if you have great noodley appendages

But, we already had a funny pussy in you

you sure gym climbing isn't more like gang rape?

And, evidently, they all go well with shrooms.

Stone Tablet Pilots is a relatively new group, you goon.

that makes us neighbors

what a feeling

BoysTown, USA

I remember listening to that album. Was that Firesign?

The celebration of and rebellion against regulation of the pathogentic potential of retro elements

I prune pusilanimity when within grip

I'm a medium and I'm seeing a small turd in the pocket of the large. probably from a marmot.

...nor would he be too happy to be blind-sided by Carolyn's bunnycidal geriatric chemically-imbalanced cat. Unless, of course, he's one of those all-to-frequent misfortunate suicidal one-eyed bunnies.

You dumb bastard. I'm not a dick bag... Right. You're a youngun. You're more like a dicksock

I did the same thing, a year later, into the back end of a full-size station wagon. I was screamin' at night downhill on a street that teed into another. Sweeping wide right to keep maximum glide-speed through the oncoming left-hand turn, I made a quickcheck to the left for oncoming headlights, then, starting the left-turn, looked right to check for merging traffic. No cars to merge with so, I looked left as I finished the turn - just in time to launch. I had to pull like a summumma-bitch on the front wheel in order to straighten the forks enough to ride home.

Damn, I'd forgotten what she looked like so young.

Yeah. Then, Ol' Hamdan can feel what it's like having a Jihad aimed at him. From the backseat.

Must've been a Southeast-Asian bear. I've been told, there, monkey brains are considered a delicacy.