I actually checked that, because why not, and in ancient Greek it means "homecoming" and "ache". It's probably not that simple, but that's the gist of it.

I'm a sucker for girls who smell like sandalwood, especially the "woody sandalwood" from the Body Shop, thanks to formative sexual experiences with hippie women. Billy girl, sadly, abhors sandalwood and even has a physical allergy to it, so I am confined in inhaling deeply like a pervert when a girl walks by wearing…

The ex mrs billy had an erogenous zone right at the small of her back—an enterprising tongue could bring her most of the way to orgasm just by concentrating on that delightful little divot.

I am tired of these jokes about my giant hands. The first such incident occurred in 1986…

The cd version used to omit a couple of the covers, so it's good to see that the Fat Possum one has the transcendent "Nine Pound Hammer" that was on the original release. The verse where he sings about making his tombstone out of number nine coal is gold. Black gold. Texas tea.

Books? Who said anything about smartass books? *throws tv and dvd player at the armless ghidorah*

It's definitely worth a watch. The Vimeo is free to watch—just search it on Google; I think it's at the bottom of the first page of search results for "Florida Man".

Bah, do your research ghidorah. *tosses over a copy of Dr. Strangelove*

It's not a series, but I saw a 50-minute documentary called Florida Man that was made quite recently and is similar to Vernon, Florida.

I'm a wackysexual—it usually takes a creamy pie in the face and a flapping dicky to make me come.

I don't take offence, Mandrake, but I do lose interest if I know the person won't swallow my essence. It has more to do with my preferring partners who are easy going, as opposed to people who get up to wash immediately after sex. I understand that I have created a false dichotomy here, though, so non-swallowers can…

THANK you! I've been looking for the Dylan thread to post the same thing. I'd also add "Idiot Wind" from Hard Rain, which thanks to the presence of his soon-to-be-ex-wife took on a terrifying level of bitter intensity live.

No cold gin for you!

I presume you know there is a full cd of his stage banter on Glitter and Doom Live, and are merely trolling me. Well done!

"Son, I told you not to touch my civil war figurines. I'm afraid I'm going to have to put on the Gonzo mask, but just know that no matter how angry Gonzo seems, I love you."

If RA7XF gave that away, Reposted Amazon would fit RA7XF with a pair of cement shoes, or perhaps a pair of Cole Haan Men's Howland Penny Loafers (which according to reviewer Stewart Anderson,"really fit buttery soft a dliciously comfortable from the beginning.'")

I had a firewall issue like that a couple of years ago, and then one day, miraculously, the AVC was no longer blocked. It could happen to you. In the meantime, I and many others will yearn for your posts tragically.

Can she cut to the front of the line?

I thought it was photographic evidence that she is a mermaid.

Dick? What's a dick? *adjusts his member; gets up to make water*