Spoony

Thanks for getting rid of the spoiler PM.

That was downright decent of you.

Here is something you can place on your bookshelf.

Presumably next to the Fountainhead - although I keep it on my coffee table, you might be wiser to make it bathroom reading.

http://www.amazon.com/How-Good-bye-Depression-Constrict-Everyday/dp/0595094724/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1307465112&sr=8-1

Happy to see the Luca Blight avatar around these forums.

I try not to pick up women. They scream when I drop them.

Sorry Prue. Got a phone call.

Nice talking to you too - enjoy breakfast.

You pleasure hog.

I always knew you were a selfish lover Kosciuszko.

Which is probably 'why' you were hanging out in that thread as you were.

You me helped close down the abortion/rape thread. Good work Ser.

The Dragon isn't mocked. Those who seem to be laughing at the Dragon, are actually laughing with the Dragon.

Soon it will be the year of the dragon, bringing to a close the year of Sean. The Dragon will remember what the Sean forgets.

Love is standing around without any socks. Never having to apologize for all that floating skin. Even without candy or jaundice, a man would know these things.

Observation: You cannot see a thing. Conclusion: Dinosaurs.

Like Samson, I get my writting prowess from my ponytail. I know Terry Goodkind's books are awful, but nevertheless, they have provided me with endless hours of entertainment. The entertainment is more in the vein of sidesplitting hilarity than the thrills, chills, and romance that Goodkind intended. He is like the Ed Wood of the epic fantasy genre.

If I were to start a band, would anybody like to be my back-up singers? Perks include backing me up, starring at the back of my head, and holding my hand as I defecate. I promise to pay you in coconuts.

I am unsettled as I am unsettling.

Several starring contests in a row, have I won. Rejoice dear folks, for I reign as champion. As well as champion of the people.

Free ham with purchase of turkey. Could any man be as lucky?

Anybody who would like to engage with me socially - tonight, should make themselves known. At the very least - some of the guys are getting together later on tonight to read last of the Mohicans. Pass it on!!!

Around Ashland now. You might need to use god's own cell-phone coverage to contact me. Or the bat-signal

Good boots are hard to find.

Got a flat, getting a new tire. This place stinks. They fear me here.

Playing with ferrets is infinitely better with the use of a spatula.

I'm getting paid to write a favorable review, of a theatrical production I am probably going to hate.

I'm going to go stare at the Ocean for a while.