It's my birthday today, as well as H.P.'s and Robert Plant's and Isaac Hayes'. Hail fellow Leos!

So Geddy, do Sons of the Soil come from a corn-holin' daddy?

There used to be a strip club in Denver called "The Landing Strip" - near where Stapleton Airport was, I think. Went there with a buddy one night and the power went off. They handed out flashlights and let us light up the girls our selves. Played music on a battery operated boom box - this station would've come in…

Maybe was the first time, definitely not the last.
Seems to be a regular occurance in Texas: http://www.examiner.com/x-1…

But then how could you invite the Warriors to come out and play? Plus when you're on the dole you have much more time for gaming.

I would watch this channel but I get tired of Standing.

Is that anything like confusing your own daughter for a hot, willing blonde? Just askin'

Assholes. I said I lost it, otherwise I would have finished it. And who says Roadhouse doesn't rhyme with Wodehouse? It does the way I say it (Rood-house). So fuck your fail, E-I-E-I-O boy.

What?

Wished you hadn't procrastinated the procrastinating.
I got halfway thru the book and then lost it while on vacation. Decided I didn't have time to get a replacement copy and finish it. Would've if I knew I had one more week!

I don't care what anyone says, you're way better than Comet.

Sorry to have to gently inform you it's spelled mischievous. Thanks for caring.

Let's see - The Butcher's Wife sucked sausage. The Farmer's Wife cut off their tail with a carving knife. Nope, nothing ever turned out well.

teadoust - and Serutan is natures spelled backward. Your point?

Sasha Baron Cohen?

Dr. R - I can't view the youtube, but does anyone anywhere call him on his math skills? 1 million is not 1/6 of the earth's population, obviously.

We demand more socialators.

I blame the hipster mini-pots on the insidious "pro-Bacon" reviews coming out of that other Chicago-based influence den of iniquity.

We're number one! We're number one!

Shit, I mean WHO is Sir John Crapper, Prince of Flushing?