We are about hacking trolls to death with butter knives, stapling their lips shut with office staplers, and stuffing them into NYC subway toilets for swirlies of doom. We are for stomping on your parking validation ticket with a laugh and a sneer. We are for coring out your noggin with a potato peeler and wearing your dessicated face as a hat. All to save the wails, or was that nails? I never could get that right.
But anyway, coming back to FR again and again after being banned repeatedly is like a moth beating itself to death against a lightbulb, the moth eventually dies and the lightbulb merely feels warm. That, and the moth gives amusement to kitties anywhere nearby.
be-ee-yooteeful!
61 posted on 10/17/2005 7:13:30 PM PDT by King Prout
("La LAAAA La la la la... oh [bleep!] Gargamel has a FLAMETHROWEEEEEAAAAAAARRRRRGH!")