Whose faces did you feed to the books?

…and shit all over the place.

I will alternate between General Peng, General Chang, and General Keui's Chicken in pondering variations of your signature dish. Thanks for all the yum-yums and the yum-yums to come….

…or remove the dick with the fish?

The Skeletal Circus Derails by Agents of Oblivion.

…omarscummin's third strike falls into place as expected for the out..;-)

"…she's got it where it counts: she's got a lot of spirit, snorting plutonian nyborg with a garbage chute flyboy fool enough to stick around the small thermal exhaust port right below the main port…"

Ghostwood has really grown in the last 25 years…

Brownie Mountain's gone and now there's nothing left.
All is gained on the desert plain;
fudgey ripples swirling through your wandering soul.
All is lost, in the melted brain;
praises to our perfect (perfect) chocolate god,
we worship you, till the day we die…

**ouch**
strike two.
Omardroppin' another stinkbomb fail.

There are versions of the Carrie Fisher human other than the alcoholic depressive version as well.

Grundy lovin' seems the logical progression of Archie's explorations in polyamory.
After he actualized the three-way with Midge and Ethel that Betty & Veronica would never agree to, during his Riverdale rutting bildungsroman—a sexual wonderland of expanding appetites—he finds it impossible to slake the obsessive…

Snort

Ethel Muggs has moved on with Dilton Doiley.

*ouch*

I agree.
Went for lazy obvious vulgar wise-assery there, going along with the zeitgeist of the day.
Still, find it fascinating that some questionable low-brow jocular vulgarity on a bus a decade ago had such far-reaching blossoming in using the word pussy.

In another Universe, President Henderson and her very Brady Cabinet, along with Ron Glass as Secretary of State, usher in a new current of kindness across the land…

…havin' a memory from childhood where some episode he sang a song about the bionic woman: "Jamie…Jamie…"

…hmm…I don't remember either, will now admit i was typing that while waiting in the parking lot for the store to open, psyching' myself up for the trampolining trampling and trammeling of my fellow blackfridians to come.

…i suppose i should confess: me too.