Yes, it does seem that a robotic sphincter would solve all your problems.  

  BOYS! Don't make me turn this internet around!  

  It's a good smell. It's the smell of technology and progress... or maybe it's just the... I'm not going to question it. It's technology and progress scratch-n-sniff.  

  It's so hot outside that there was a knock at the door and it was my front lawn wanting to come in.  

  This thread is all sticky... Eww!  

  Oh yeah well I think you're WRONG. I bet there'll be a hard cover at $75, a fabulous gay edition bound with Dumbledore's enchanted nipple clamps at $125, and a special "I sold my soul to Satan for a bestselling children's series" edition, bound in human skin for $1255.99 (at Wal-Mart). So THERE. Nyah!  

  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.  

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

  Happy Birthday!

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

  General microsite on all transportation related bonds and initiatives that are relevant to southern california.

And suck it kevy. Suck it hard and suck it long.  

  My very first Pork was around 1980 I believe.  

  ...does spraying Leo with whipped cream count as cooking ?  

  Yabba Dabba Doo!  

  Did you know that garbage disposals are not meant for grinding up small decorative coffee cups even though they fit down the drain?

I'll bet you didn't know that no one in my family has any idea what I'm talking about when I interrogated them on who broke our ding-dang-diddley disposal either.  

  Can't you read? He's going to put it in his sock.  

  What if I don't feel like arguing, eh? You ever think of that? Noooo...it's all about the JW Bear, isn't it? Never mind what other people want to do. Maybe I won't want to argue anymore. Maybe I just want to, like, sing or something.

You gotta problem with that, mister?






(You should- I'm a terrible singer.)  

  Then you're doing it wrong. You need to practice your vomiting skills. A well performed vomit should sound more like "hu, hu, ugh, hhhrrrrrruuuwoooosh, oh god, god dammit, hhhhrrrrrrooowooosh".  

  If it was about passenger comfort, there would be all sorts of different fares, classes and cabins:

"Won't shut the f*ck up" class.
"Won't turn off cell phone until threatened with arrest" class.
"Insists on looking important by calling someone to say they've landed as soon as the wheels touch the ground" class.
"Last to board with a carryon that requires reshuffling of all overhead bins" class.
"Stows bunched up sweater in overhead bin on crowded flight" class.
"Blares music through headphones that I can hear three rows up" class.
"Falls asleep against window during drink orders" class. (Tap. Tap. "Excuse me, did you . . .?)

And so on. These people should all be charged extra. Or just given a good horsewhipping on the spot. Which I would pay extra to administer.  

  My pants are missing again. I think I'll just pour some more Dr. Pepper on myself and stick to the chair.  

  Another good tip is to add bacon to your bacon - a wonderful taste treat!  

  It's the steam punk internet!  

  I saw that yesterday and am much amused by it, so amused by it that I had actually printed it out to put on my cube wall when I realized I was about to become the type of person that prints out comics and puts them on my cube wall.

I don't want to be that guy so I threw it away. But I'm still amused by it.  

  I must agree. I see zero sense in making such a thing so readily available to the first feckless wanker with $200 burning a hole in his pocket.


(mine should arrive in 10-14 business days )  

  So drive naked and put the bacon on when you get there. Problem solved.  

  Tatas shouldn't have an apostrophe.