If you ask SFW about his greatest regret, he might tell you a story about the time he could have joined Rodney Dangerfield in an erotic dance revue that toured Tasmania.

Islander's favorite ice cream flavors are "plain", "some", and "diet ennui".

Veev believes in impeccable hygiene. That's why he's devoted his life to training orangutans to wear disposable gloves before they throw feces at him.

At least that's what he tells people.

If GeneP59 had a dime for every time he fantasized about tying Grace Jones' running shoes for her, he'd move up four tax brackets.

I heard that Islander was caught by the locals shaving all his back hair so that a flock of wintering birds could make nests. Local authorities heard about this and booted his happy butt back up North.

winter wants to know if he could be considered an "Influencer" after having convinced his entire bowling team to go out and buy male Spanx.

there once was a man from Spokane
who lived his whole life to a plan
he met that OldV
and sent him to sea
for naming his mutt "Mary Anne".

Prophecy would have us believe that NoEnz will one day rise from between his sofa cushions, let loose a belch that will sear our great-grandchildren's noses, and go back to sleep, muttering "dammit, Cindy Lou, ain't no halfth base in football neither".

Red_Dragon doesn't want anyone to know this, but I think he should be proud of it: he finally learned his multiplication tables all the way up to "purpleteen".

 way to persevere!

Veev and his friend used to have beer every Friday at 5:15, regular as Oldv's meat farts. But then one thing led to another, and life got in the way, and someone told Veev that Big Mouth Billy Bass was just a toy, not really his friend at all.

He still pours out a forty behind the Crack-n-Dime once a month in memory of his ol' buddy Billy.

 ScottFromWyoming wrote:

 winter wrote:
 God, I've missed you being around. 

Don't let SFW's doughy appearance fool you. He really can do one pullup.

Winter's folks beamed with pride the day that winter told them he got a new job as a porch pirate. 

For oldv, incontinence is a choice... not a condition.

If anyone ever told Islander he was "belligerent", he would probably sob into his elbow, make a kite from his college diploma, and deck the nearest member of the clergy.

Buddy doesn't like to brag about this, but he once won an essay contest by defending Roy Cohn's ethics.

Which was quite an accomplishment, considering the assignment was, "explain the plot of 'Tom Sawyer' to third-graders".

Winter spends his Thursday afternoons sipping wine an spinning yarns to those who will listen down at 'the club'. Well, he did, until the other moms called the cops and they told him to stay away and that it's a playground, not a club.

When oldviolin belches - a not uncommon occurrence, especially on odd Thursdays (he calls that "my bean feast day") - jello cubes tremble for miles around. Mating insects are rendered hyperfertile. And the children of the Falklands renounce God, meaning, and love.

Proclivities spent $8500 last month to cremate the ghosts of Easter Past and Present.