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.  

  [quote=NirvanaMan;118342]Good point. The real meaning of christmas - presents.

Besides, I hear christ was a crappy carpenter anyways...[/quote]

He was even worse at cleaning carpets.  

  Pootastic.
Lame.  

  He's goona get a birdie!

I never get a birdie.  

  The Lounge of Tomorrow -- where sooner or later every thread assesses the girthiness of someone's package.  

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

  Meow!  

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

  Is he the love child of RuPaul and Ron Popeil?  

  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.  

  I'd take that pug in an instant if I were there, Lisa. Thurston definitely won me over to the Pug Side.  

  Hey, Starbucks just came to my neck of the woods last year. I love Starbucks. I can almost summon the power to pretend that the nearby Kraft Singles factory is a lesbian goat cheese collective and that life here is interesting.

If Peet's wants to come, too, I'd bring them a casserole when they moved in.  

  (he says i'm cuddly and fluffy)  

  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)  

  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.  

  Get yur own damned thread mister! This here thread is about BACON, not some whimpy ocean gnat.  

  Nothing says entertainment like a giant primate golden shower scene.  

  mousepod is like the evil twin movie-collecting brother who warns me of what I would have become had not the Ghosts of Christmas Thrift (somewhat) interceded.  

  Whose stupid idea was it to have the day start in the morning?  

  Be at peace with your inner gold pants!  

  nothing says 'pork me' like bacon flowers