Photos of GD in his leopard print diaper will be available on the new LoT naughty photo site  

  (Tramspotter)'s not the straightest talker ... but for every unintelligible non-puncutated rant, there's a great dinosaur tampon joke.  

  OH, THE HUGE MANATEE!  

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

  PS: Lashbear made me say this.  

  So, congrats to those requiring congrats, and bummer to those requiring sympathy.  

  Plot, Scheme, Toil, Smash, Repeat!  

  Good things are always just around the corner.

In the meantime, enjoy every sandwich.  

  I hear grave dancing can be a very effective cardio workout.  

  To all who come to this happy place.... waffle.  

  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.  

  Shhh! You'll set off Strangler Lewis!  

  Dear god! Those quoins!  

  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.  

  It was Leap Day! - Nothing Counts!  

  still lurking...  

  Go early, stay late, embrace the chaos.  

  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.