You're aren't losing hair - you're just getting more head.  

  Savory Euphamisms

4 Euphamisms
1 piece of toast
Anchovy Butter

Butter the toast with the Anchovy Butter.

Cut into triangle quadrants and place a Euphamism (smooth side down) on each toast triangle.

Best drink to serve with this would be a Black Canadian .

Serve your Savory Euphamisms at your next party and watch 'em snap them up !!!  

  Maybe (Mike Wazowski) ate at Tortilla Jo's and he's leavin' a fierce guacamole log; he does have a bit of a grimace on his face.  

  The distinction is "getting loaded into a long black car" as opposed to "getting into a long black car loaded".  

  Capt Jack for president. (if that dont scare ya, nothin will)  

  I personally hope for a society where everyone is chipped, the government sees everything, and artificial intelligence threatens our species. Then maybe we'll get some new plots for sci-fi movies.  

  I have always been the very model of grace and decorum.  

  CP: You are a poet, but in a good way.  

  I will keep my vocabulary to myself and let the illiterate poor starve  

  I'm in this for the bacon, totally.  

  Doesn't matter, it's been on boingboing. It is the truth now. I expect it will be a humorous question on this weekend's Wait Wait Don't Tell Me.  

  Don't come too close - I might smell faintly of pee.  

  Here's the deal:
The people that are pro-legalized marijuana are too stoned to organize themselves. The people that are anti-legalized marijuana probably should smoke lots of it and chill out.
 

  Now, here comes my point one more time. Here comes where I point out the stupidity you uttered and that I am objecting to (without being personally offended). I don't want to bold it again so I'll set it off in a little paragraph of its own. Hopefully Kevy will come along and quote it so that every once in a while you'll see it on the home page and have one more chance to understand it without me having to type it one more time. I encourage you to hightlight this next paragaph, type control-c, open Notepad, type control-p, then click print; take the resulting page and tape it to your bedroom ceiling so that while making sweet love to your wife she can see it up there and perhaps whisper it into your ear during that exquisite moment of orgasm when your mind is so completely blank that maybe it'll finally be clear.  

  So you admit my spells work, do you, Durwood?  

  What I do worry about is the considerable number of people who seem to be perfectly happy to vote someone into high office who is willing to make policy decision based on magical prophecies. That I find intolerable.  

  When you say nice things about Crocs you encourage people to wear them. This is a war crime and a violation of many human rights treaties.  

  Swampland! My home this is!  

  What's unprovable is that there is anything OTHER than the physical realities of the universe that could possibly be at work.  

  What is it? Old boyfriend? Foosball table? Portable stage for home productions of "Put That Thing Back Where it Came From or So Help Me?" Empty beer keg? King-sized bean bag chair? Tyrannosaurus skeleton? Wading pool? Rolled up carpet with suspicious lump in the middle?  

  Bless you young mother. I hope you'll always be as supportive to your little boy when he strays from gender norms, even if proclaiming it loudly in a store for all to hear, and not try to force him back in that box.  

  Yeah, this project was definately about preserving a particular community and I love all of you even if some of you can be really annoying at times.  

  still lurking...  

  Ah! Now the "23" in D23 makes tot sense to me - f'n illuminati!  

  *making sign of the cross* "In the name of the Bear, the Stoat, and Susie-Ann Krellingshaw, Ah, Men.