Then the dog ate the costume.  

  cool. so long as we understand that I insist on being killed almost immediately afterward.

deal?  

  beer should be beer, unless of course its ale.

quit effin' with beer.  

  I'm actually, like, a totally hot 19 year old girl from Idaho, on foreign exchange in Latvia. I love to par-taaaay!  

  Or, in other words ...

To Err is human,
To Moo,
Bovine.  

  Huh? What? Huh?! I was distracted by your avatar...  

  AAaaaaaaAAAAa! I think something in my brain just expwoded.  

  Note to self: While at work, You REALLY have to stop googling for unfamiliar things Kevy posts.  

  Anyway .... as bad as things may suck for any of us .... we know they could suck way, way, WAY more.  

  Aw Mary, we know you like it when the sweeps talk dirty to you

Have a little rum punch...  

  Yuh, I have a black belt in Awesome.  

  Your first post should be recorded on vellum and placed deep within the Vault of Ultimate Swankiness, only to be brought out on special occasions, as an example of exalted First Postedness, and then maybe used as a nice table covering while we feast on bacon and bacon by-products.

 

  Man! I f*cking hate Sherwood Forest, dawg. I'm so f*cking outta here. Hood can find some other b!tch to be merry...  

  If you are only good because of religion that I suggest you aren't really a good person, just a scared one.  

  So, who knows what comes next - maybe a new world, maybe the same old crap, but this is a moment to relish and remember.  

  Robin Hood is still the only anthropomorphic fox that rings my bell-el-el. Rings my bell. (My bell. Dingalingaling) my beeeeell. Rings my bell.  

  Back in my day we went down to Farmer Rasmusson's sharecropping plot and bought a ha'peck of roasted peanuts for a penny. Then we ate them, molded the inevitable result into bar form and sold it for two pennies to the younger children in the neighborhood as a "Snickers Bar" because that's what we were doing while watching them eat it.

And that's how an American Institution got its start.  

  And why do I keep getting all my Disneyland updates from a guy who lives in Hawaii?  

  Yes, even I have my limits - some people are just WEIRD!  

  Based on CPs diagnosis I was able to get a prescription for heroin this morning.  

  Perhaps you've just been migrated to the outer circles?  

  Jesus, even in your dreams you don't invite me to things.  

  Another first world problem: Not being able to experience actual life horrors sufficient to prevent using hyperbolic comparisons to society level murderers.  

  It was the bacon of days.  

  ...I'm happy with my Red Cart Corn Dog membership card and secret handshake.