What the hell are we doing here, anyway?

We're confused and irritated insects buzzing around inside a small jar. Isn't it obvious?

Reminiscing about the good old days

I went to a restaurant that serves 'breakfast at any time'. So I ordered French Toast during the Renaissance.

Which insect are you ziggfried?

I went to a restaurant that serves 'breakfast at any time'. So I ordered French Toast during the Renaissance.

Brundlefly. Last week I melted John Getz's hand and foot off with acidic vomit.

Irish take $90B bailout

Edward the Confessor
Richard the Lionheart
Bung the Hole

I'm here for the pie. I was promised there'd be pie, and so far zilch.

Back when I remembered what the point of this website was (some singer? based on the web address though it's just as likely it was porn) it got ingrained in me to type in the web address fairly regularly. Now I come back without consciously being aware of it every so often for a few minutes before I start to ask myself what exactly I am doing.

I realised monkeyboy still has not posted two girls one cup. and i have not googled it in order to prepare myself for his posting it. I am impressed with our mutual restraint.

our little hearts are growing