Dechristo

What she said. The state of hell is not geographic. Although, there are exceptions by political entity.

I thank you for your dedication to serving the USA and, thereby, my loved ones. I hope you heal and rehab with nothing more than a scar and your story as a reminder of your injury. Yours is a great story involving the BD flak catalog. I trust you bear a greater catalog around your heart to deflect its wounding.

From a biography of W.C. Fields: "A week before Bill died I stopped by his home in Los Angeles to visit him as I knew he had been feeling poorly. I found him in a lounge chair next to the swimming pool behind his house dressed only in a long house coat. He looked up as I approached, and to my surprise, I realized he was holding a Bible. Bill had always been disparaging to all things religious in nature which prompted my query, "Bill, what are you doing with that?" Bill gave his inimitably inscrutible smile and replied, "Looking for loopholes."

So that's what causes his nervous tick. GW now sings during his drunken stupors, "bitch-slap me Jeezus through the goalposts of life..."

I think I'll call him "Clem".

The November fog may be complemented by

He just happened to be proximal to it when the "funny feelin'" occurred.

So, a book that uses analogies to climbing to describe the steps in an hemorrhoidectomy would also qualify as your kind of book.

Good thing. You'd bust the poor little 45-year-old bonsai bastard.

sorry, man. Is it too late?

He's sending out PM's that RC & Ass Scentcious.cum have WMD's.

...while sittin' on the stickshift, maybe?

"smells like Darcy must be fuelin' the big rig again" - body crab before Darcy dunks in the diesel tank in the logging camp

"YEE-HAWWWW!" - Slim Pickens' character in Dr. Strangelove

"evidently. we have a failure to communicate here" - Cool Hand Luke

you think he's got a cape?

In the late 19th century European climbing community, a climber's head was known as a "snaffle hammer". This was due to the fact that climbers would return from the mountains often with parts of congealed on their woolen hats.

Particularly before you start thinkin' of trimmin' it. Dude, put down the bottle.

Thats what I say! This guy What do you expect from a guy whose last name is "MahDoobie".

SON-OF-A-BITCH! The administrators can clone themselves.

taken... or stolen?

If I must choose, I'll take a backburner over a frontburner.

look in your pants, eunoch... I mean, Yoda.