Well, I do that sometimes on your he-man wimmin-hater threads so turnabout is fair play and all.
I've been relaying some of the choicer bits to Talon. He's amused.
Smoochmoot Of A Sort. WK isn't a HHD or even a Freeper, but is a sympathizer, and may get sucked into this swirling vortex sometime after the mawwage. There was Scrabble, and Church, and Pizza, and Mall-Walking, and yes, there was smoochery.
Returned by way of Baby Andrew's place. Apparently Baby Andrew is still on the two-and-a-half hour feed'n'change schedule. Apparently he celebrated his fifth morning as a Discrete Entity by shotgunning a substance almost, but not quite entirely, unlike mustard out of his toches. This being a novelty was met with hilarity, but the youngster better put a cork in that sort of business rahther quickly.