Don't confuse me with the facts!  

  Honey, I was a FH before you were gay.  

  Happy laffy daffy or however that goes.

I drop my pants in your honor good sir.  

  Giraldo Riviera was in the big box in the vets office talking about ho ho ho and Kayne West's Mom's deadness (but, at least she'll look good). Fascinating stuff!  

  Bah! Nobody really worries about this kind of crap. This is a fine example of manufactured controversy; pre-packaged and sold to the most shameless news outlet.  

  I want to straddle it. NOW.  

  If the combination of the OP, the "disturbing link", and the fact that it is me isn't obvious enough, this link is NSFW.  

  You haven't lived until you've experienced Dragon poop.  

  Could you imagine? Eating a hamburger and then having a tiger maul you?  

  I'm home. Why is my bra still on?  

  hiccup  

  His package really IS alarming!  

  You're really cute when I'm drunk..........and I mean that as the compliment that it is.  

  Muuuhhhaaauuu.... The secret purpose of EruoDisney is at last reveled. All your culture are belong to US!  

  Once I heard who all had pokey'd their penises, I wasn't going near the thing without a condom.  

  But tough titty, said the kitty, when the milk ran dry.  

  if it's not hard, who cares?  

  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.  

  Do I really live in f*cking Utah?  

  Dear DCL:

Enclosed please find: One (1) woman with a tangle of red hair, who answers to the luxurious and swanky name of "Not Afraid" and one (1) small cute widdle pug-dog, who sometimes answers to the name of "Thurston" but will run faster if you call him "Bacon" (hereinafter known as "Pooch").

The esteemed Mrs. Afraid suffers from a condition in which her hair grows mottled and limp, her eyes glaze over, she becomes taken with fits of excessive howling and stealing the bacon and/or Olszewski sculptures of other persons. Said condition, "Thurstonicus Missimus", cannot be cured, but the symptoms can be minimized to undetectable levels via repeated applications of saliva to the face by said Pooch.

Therefore, it is urgent and necessary that Mrs. Afraid take the Pooch, who has been certified and trained in the saliva-transfer method after months of relentless and brutal conditioning, on your sailing establishment.

If you have any questions about the above, please feel free to contact my wife, who will make you something yummy to eat until you forget the question. Thank you, and have a pleasant tour.

Love and kisses,
Dr. Kevy (or at least I played one once).  

  Satan just knocked on my door, asking to borrow a parka.  

  Araknid Kid gets my vote!  

  Happy Birthday!

Now that LoT is three, do we need to take up a collection to by it an AP?  

  [quote=Snowflake;184507]Crispy lardons of bacon, smothered in a parmasan cream sauce over butternut squash gnocchi would be my choice.[/quote]Oh my...that description gave ME a lardon.  

  Be careful.

You don't want to anger the gods with all this celebrating.