Perhaps it's so you can alert the pilot to the gremlin on the wing.  

  The one I'm coming up with involves a large melon baller.  

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

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

  He's goona get a birdie!

I never get a birdie.  

  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.  

  No. I have turned over a new leave and will only lead a pure and chaste life, free from sin.  

  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.  

  Nah, we need our own version of Habitat for Humanity - we'll call it Vacant LoT and build it.  

  How exactly does one get a power tool excited? Getting excited BY power tools I understand, but I do not know how to reciprocate.  

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

  (he says i'm cuddly and fluffy)  

  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!  

  The worst government is often the most moral. One composed of cynics is often very tolerant and humane. But when fanatics are on top there is no limit to oppression.  

  I think this whole "dark" thing is nothing but the Hollywood squeeky machine being oiled with cow dung. ~Bornieo  

  ELIVS LIVES!  

  I wanna welcome Pru to the land of milk & honey.


(ok, the land of drugs and homos)  

  I lost my Virginity too long ago to remember...
...but I still have the Box it came in....  

  To watch this movie in Pan-n-Scan is like slapping Mother Teresa's ghost in the face.  

  sometimes the workplace is not ready for the awesomeness of my pants.  

  I don't know why my mind goes to places like this.  

  i just like wiggling the cam from across the country.