Dechristo

somethin' smells fishy here...

in crampons

stool pigeon

Y-y-y-yeh-yeh-yeh-yesss. I'd like that b-b-b-buh-buh-buh-but-butt-butter.

numismatic or euphemistic?

are you implying our government's not in mint condition?

Katy Couric's got ya covered

That's "Mr. Jesus" to you

retro rigour required when mutton milieu miasma manifest

Levity and reading comprehension should soothe your desire to cap us. ...a dose or two of Prozac may also prove efficacious.

You've been selected at random by the American Societal Specialists in Proctology to receive a colonoscopy.

it's just about time for the appearance of the "Cock Soup" label

(Wiki)"The roots and development of the Thaler-sized silver coin date back to the mid-1400s. As the fifteenth century drew to a close the state of much of Europe's coinage was quite poor because of repeated debasement induced by the costs of continual warfare, and by the incessant centuries-long loss of silver and gold in indirect one-sided trades importing spices and porcelain and silk and other fine cloths and exotic goods from India, Indonesia and the Far East. This continual debasement had reached a point that silver content in coins had dropped, in some cases, to less than five percent, making the coins of much less individual value than they had in the beginning."

"Well I don't know why I came here tonight I got the feeling that something ain't right I'm so scared in case I'll fall off my chair And I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am Stuck in the middle with you Yes I'm stuck in the middle with you And I'm wondering what it is I should do It's so hard to keep this smile from my face Losing control yeah, I'm all over the place Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am Stuck in the middle with you. Well you started off with nothing And you're proud that you're a self-made man And your friends they all come crawling Slap you on the back and say Please, please. Try to make some sense of it all But I can see it makes no sense at all Is it cruel to go to sleep on the floor Yeah I don't think that I can take anymore Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am Stuck in the middle with you. And you started off with nothing And you're proud that you're a self-made man And your friends they all come crawling Slap you on the back and say Please, please. Yeah I don't know why I came here tonight I got the feeling that something ain't right I'm so scared in case I'll fall off my chair And I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am Stuck in the middle with you Yes I'm stuck in the middle with you Stuck in the middle with you Here I am stuck in the middle with you."

I'm chartreuse with envy

there's no Escheresque magic required in the presence of conformity

= the bottomline in a sport where execution's foundational mortar is confidence

wait, I'll take a photo of the one on the fireplace mantle where my wife keeps mine.

pardon

witness the thermogenesis

K, OW. But, Kevbone would prefer to continue via BM.

his nose was cold no difference, in this event

what's the difference? uniformity in genital boxes

Wow, how cool!?! The last time something like this occurred a stray dog followed me continually trying to force his nose into my ass-crack.

So glad you're well on your way in the recovery process. Question: Can we yet abandon the scheduling of dozens of your faithful friends keeping an hourly watch over your gear? We now think Olyclimber has given up hope of stealing it all.