I wish I hadn't even bothered replying now. After looking through the rest of the thread I realised you're that special kind of idiot who isn't worth even attempting to reason with. But what the hey, I'll try anyway and then you'll predictably respond that you didn't read it. Even though you did and you're just too…

That Ram is pretty beautiful... no! Snap outta it, Nach!

Hey, so... that one hipster tends to invite himself over to my town. The horse knows nothing, of course.

Seriously, that'd hurt our feelings.

Nah, I think we're okay. Evan knows we're all friends here! XD

So THAT'S why the ladies swoon over you!

What'chu talkin' 'bout? Leon gets all the girls, all the time :P

As long as there are no Carol Browns, we're good.

Here’s what’s going on Talk Among Yourselves, our reader-written blog: Zarnyx chimes in with another edition of Gil Toss and explains how she bought a real-life sculpt of her Rock Band avatar. Odin updates Ani-Club with recaps of Ouran High School Host Club.

It's a front though; you're just a puppet for her. She pulls the strings, she does the spin, the policies you announce are the ones she's handed to you, on behalf of the 'citizens'. You have no power. She just encourages you to follow your hobbies while she toils away at her schemes.

If you're a comedy nerd who grew up in the 90's like me, Late Night with Conan O'Brien was an absolute godsend (especially for people without cable TV, again, like me). While the whole late-night-talk-show format does almost exclusively traffic in well-worn material (a natural consequence of airing 5 nights of new…