After long deliberation in the case of Greene v. Kid, the ruling is split.  Greene was first, but Chesapeake spelled everything correctly.  I sentence both to a 2:00 a.m. meeting at the foot of Nicolas Cage's bed.  Fudgsicles will be served; supply your own leather jackets.

I was going to comment on the "My First R-Rated Movie" thread, but here's two birds with one stone.

I take it she's also not going to spread for no roses.

I'm with you, Panicking.  I grew up there too, and he was inescapable.  Can't say I'm a fan, but I also can't say his songs aren't woven into my formative years.  And while I wish I could also say I didn't go, I saw him in Calgary, instead of AC/DC in Saskatoon. I am not proud.

My toque's off to you, Binky. Well played. Well played indeed. Although, truth be told, I'd rather be faced with something written by a Vic 20 than Alan Fotheringham. Zowee.