@ Harbinger of the Arockalypse - Thanks! I'll go shopping ASAP.

It was near a small town called Maysville (kind of nearish to Cincinnati). Ring any bells?

Hannah Montana Dentata?

Kudos to My Own Private Connery on his/her name and avatar. That's some good work, there.

ba, you just awakened one of my least pleasant memories — a co-teacher who would play that at top volume EVERY FREAKING AFTERNOON before she went home. Just so I'd have it eating its way through my brain for the rest of the day.

Dammit, someone find a bucket of blood around PW's apartment to throw on him and put out the fire!

I don't think anyone here would have a problem with the Cyrus family visiting Prison Wine's apartment. Let's send out an E-vite!

cybersybil, you have educated me today. Also, I didn't realize that a shot is only two tablespoons. It seems like a lot more.

@JVS, when you say Caesar and TWATSALAD in the same post, I start thinking of tasty salad tossing games.

nikki is right, Louisiana is the king of alcoholism-enabling laws.

You're right, I forgot about hard cider, which I love. I've only tried Woodchuck, though. I'll go for Strongbow the next time I'm in the market for cider — is it available in CO, do you know?

All right, Lincoln! Now we need to get other bodily necessities for testing; who will be the next Internet Pooping Sensation?

Oh, right, Daisies… Sorry to bring up an unpleasant memory.

ROAD TRIP!

(I was referring to the Hippo Potty Mouth/Thatches Moynihan exchange. Married with Children leaves me cold.)

Even worse: fucking nipples (or nipples fucking?)

I never saw that one. Thanks, Chubs!

Subtle.

British chav = American wigger / guido?

I liked the wood pillar/column/structural support thing. Everything else looked like cubicle hell.