Pat Sajak Off.

please, get with the times. we call them "Septics".

*two least likely before-and-after puzzles on Wheel Of Fortune:

there once was a countess named Dora
whose holes sprouted fauna and flora
the sheep came to graze
but were lost in her maze
now her minge is a beard of angora.

Lady Mary offers him a glass of merlot. he smashes the glass and cuts her face with a hooked shard. oh, gala day! gala dream!

although i guess there is not really a vas deferens between them.

so B = barely adequate?

the book is much better. it has annotated pictured of vajayjays and schlongs in place of talking heigls and pompeos.

some crisco soaked possum ass needs to get stuffed in that pig-woman's word-hole. god dammit i hate her WITH A PASSION NOT UNLIKE THAT OF CHRIST.

the best part was the roofie scene.

who?

like a blind white wood grub nosing its way out of one's anus.

i had high hopes for this movie as a wee bairn, but it did not deliver. Lair Of the White Worm however…Hoo, boy.

think of all the cows they could have blown up with RPG's in cambodia for that kind of scratch…

carousel is REAL. the chinese built one in macau.

no more racist than the time this guy comes in the store and asks for a polish sausage and i called him a pollack. he said that's a racist assumption but then i pointed out that we were in a hardware store.

with the exception of Obiang-Mbasago and Mugabe.

the man is a MAGICIAN with the ladies.

modern music is just a bunch of stupid words stuck together. although i am totally getting into the post-plastic dirge-step spicky-spack coming out of Guadalajara.

tiny american flags? for some, anyway.