A special message from the Department of Troll Control, come and get it!

Fellow Americans, there comes a time every mans life when we must give up ourselves before we are worthy to recieve. There comes a time in this war on terror when in order to protect liberty, we have to give it up in the mean time for safty. That's right folks. Today, Americans have forsaken the creator for the creation and have decided that they would value our "civil liberties" than protecting western civilization and rich white people from the tender mercies of radical Islamic terrorists. Selfish liberals insist and whine that Bush has no right to spy on Americans and ban certain undesirables from using our airlines. They demand the right to criticize and blaspheeme the name of our supreme commander and cheef George W Bush while forcing multiculturalism down our throats and praising Bill Clinton. We all know however that it's totally Clintons fult for everything bad in america. Now we are at war and we must make a decision. support the safty of America and defeat terrorists, or support civil liberties and give victory to the enemy. Its all because of Bill Clinton and civil liberties that we are in this war so it is only fair that we give it up. no one said life was supposed to be fair you liberal crybabys. Dont give me that rubbish about equality and diversity. WE ARE AT WAR! If your not for Bush and against civil liberties your a terrorist! Your probably even a Communist and should be detained. Therefore fellow Americans we must throw all of our trust and resources behind George W Bush and behind this war with no ifs ands or buts. Be sure to report any and all detractors and freedom supporters to your local military and never question. Bush knows what hes doing and we will win this war once and for all. Thank you and May God bless America.

Nag nag nag nag nag nag nag-

Whenever I get a little free time to practice with my Executive Executioner's sword on a watermelon in the garage it's

"Wash the car while you're out there, Tarzan."

"Yes Dear." (dirty ratrin ratafrats Percaluma packin pack rattin fratternasty fog horn Leg Horn henny pecky hound doggin frog leggin farkel larkin-) just clearing my throat Dear.. (Fargo flabby flop flicker snog hoggin-)

It's strange how my desire to talk s***e to gobs***es in the pub has somewhat diminished since I quit drinking!!

Not really strange. Alcohol makes us uninhibited, but it also depresses us, which is why some people get moody or mean when they drink.

It took me 12 years to learn that I could be funny and have fun without the "aid" of a drink.

Well if that don't beat the ding dang fling gong Wang Chung bungholin spitoon spoonin calhoun in Rangoon doody doo dah dang doppelganger gangreen pithy whistlin wascal wabbit whompin ching chong Hong Kong kingfishin flabby nibble nock need noodle snappin nasty-

Igor!
Wouldn't know it? First time in here I run inta the Ex!

How ya doin' Hilda ya old battleaxe! Remember how you used to howl "Ay ya koowah!" over "Igor's hump"?

Betcha miss my Popeye imitation too. Still have that picture of you in Viking horns on my desk. Mwah. Never forget the time I saw you bodyslam Queen Kong in Tonapah - you stole my heart - love at first sight it was....

Your Old Love Bucket. xxooxx

You speaking to me from the grave, honey?

Or is there another reason for the echo?

;o]

xxxooo

Hello! I've not met you before.

I'm the Maundy Thursday gal, and I'm an Episcopalian.

Why are you chastising Ming, and can anyone join in?

Thanks, TC!

He could also re-purpose Vlad's used diapers, if you're willing to part with them. Alternatively, I'm sure that Primus et alia have surprises under their beds that could be suitably adapted.

I'm not sure we'd want my brood involved in repopulating any place unless we set up an iron-clad peace treaty with them and their descendants, in perpetuity!

A few moments' escape from the Ravenous Maw. He's dozing in the rocking chair with a brother.

It doesn't seem like Vlad is much taller, because his smallest outfit still fits, but he's definitely heavier. I'm not sure who will be the tallest, except that it won't be Patrick unless he starts eating!

Don't worry ... you and I will be long gone before our descendants decimate Earth and establish the new Martian hegemony over the solar system.

Ohno! Patrick is off his feed? Due to illness? Darn. I hope that changes, soon.

Of course, boys have strange growth patterns, anyway. My son hardly grew (except for his feet) for four years. Then, when he was 16, he went from being eye-to-eye with me to the big hunk he is now.

And he was a skinny kid. I finally realized he just ran off all the food he was eating so I didn't worry. Too much. (I don't know how my mother managed to stay sane after seven of us...)

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