Why can't we have the Six Degrees of Kevy Baby?  

  ...even if you do have to mingle with the dingles!  

  Gemini Cricket has been hooking up with some sleazebag, and he's been getting his brains ******ed out on a regular, but degrading, basis for the past couple of weeks.


He'll soon tire of being treated like a dish rag, and he'll come crawling back to the LoT ... mark my words.  

  Today I had to thin my carrot sprouts. I felt like some fascist dictator exterminating those specimens not fit to procreate as I created my master carrot race. Those poor sprouts! They could have been great carrots! And like a heartless tyrant I snuffed out their veggie lives.  

  Apparently, he died of a beignet overdose... or at least that's what I've gathered so far.  

  I want photographic poof first. welcome later.











edited to correct my freudian typo: "I want photographic poof first."  

  I guess you can fine the boring in someting if you want to but I prefer to find the fun. Life is to short.  

  No pessimist ever discovered the secrets of the stars, or sailed to uncharted land, or opened a new doorway for the human spirit.  

  [...] One commentator posted: “Oh, who cares? The whole bloody lot of them were gay as far I’m concerned. All those hours of movies and not a single car chase, shootout or kung fu fight.”  

  BlueErica, Euro and I are all sitting in our living room IMing with each other.  

  Suckfest 2007 can draw to a close with fervent rapidity in my opinion. A year mired in crushing heartache, unpleasant surprises, half and mis-truths, pain (intentionally inflicted and otherwise), realizations of massive misconceptions and naivety on my part, resulting divisions (some imaginary, some not), career dissatisfaction, eye-opening awareness of a plethora of taradiddles that called to question years of pleasant comfortable certainties, panicked evacuations, subsequent fears, and ashy unpleasantness have made for an emotional wreckage that could have broken me completely in two.  

  Only Irish coffee provides in a single glass all four essential food groups: alcohol, caffeine, sugar, and fat.  

  I'm not quotable or on the list of kewl people. Woe is me!  

  [QUOTE=innerSpaceman;228381]Oh, that's so weird. I was wondering why I was suddenly thinking of Harry Potter and when's the next movie on my way to work this morning.[/QUOTE]

InnerSpaceman, Internet Psychic!  

  ISM - Curmudgeon AND Luddite!  

  Oh dear sweet zombie jesus...... hell fvckin' no. Not another one. I'd rather have my pubic hair pulled out one by one with tweezers than sign up for anything twitter-esque.  

  If ya don't know by now, it reeks of dinglecheesism.  

  I'm all class, baby!  

  [size=3]
Excuse me while I run to the nearest hilltop, shove Maria Von-Trapp out of my freakin' way and shout "I'm a Non-Theist" until it echoes from every canyon and rattles every tole-painted cowbell in the valley.

Wow, what a relief, now I have a label, I am validated - complete.


Note: How Stoat chooses to treat people has nothing to do with his religion or lack of it...he knows they could one day judge him, and he is entirely comfortable with that possibility.  

  Why? Are you trying to determine my porn name?

Because I can tell you that is Hinkie Willowbrae

I can't make this stuff up I'm tellin' ya!  

  Also, remember to take your allergy medicine before entering the cat zone.  

  Isn't there a M Night Shamalamadingdong film that fits in this genre?  

  I scored another kilo of bacon from my meat dealer".  

  Lindyhop mentioned feeling it on her twitter. I didn't feel a thing.  

  Noobs is what I call my new boobs.