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

  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 !!!  

  OH, THE HUGE MANATEE!  

  whatever. It's all stank ass to me.  

  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".  

  But I do hate everything. Even the things I like.  

  PS: Lashbear made me say this.  

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

  I suggest buying cheap pillows at a thrift store and attacking them with a butcher knife. It works wonders.  

  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.  

  I can't imagine that allegations that a board game is Satanic require a debunking more thorough than "That's f*ckin' stupid.  

  Universe, listen to Capt. Jack, please. He's a wise man.  

  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.  

  Pixar For President!!  

  I'm like, wow!  

  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.  

  I'm still getting a Premium. I don't care. I need Premium.  

  It was the bacon of days.  

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

  Happy Birthday UvaGirl. MIA since 2007.