Okay, so I did miss something other than my pants. Which, by the way, I didn't exactly "miss" per se...that would suggest that I normally wear pants if only to have had something to miss and...
ahem...
I did forget to mention that I was playing early yesterday morning and some yutz was flying around with the M.O.M tag. Unfortunately it was one of those names impossible to remember. Tex, I'm pretty sure this is one of the jagoffs you spotted a couple days ago. =lmoapdk=> or something like that. I said, "LOSE THE MOM TAG." Nitwit said, "i m real mom lol". Oy. So I said, "YOU ARE NOT A MEMBER OF MOM. LOSE THE TAG." "u r fake mom i real mom"
I thought, "Jeez, is this that little CGI 'precious' freak from those godawful hobbit f*cker movies?!"
So keep a weather eye out for =lmopdf=> flying our tag. I say red or blue, shoot on sight.
Do you guys realize that Shatner's Bassoon is the name for the area of the human brain that processes time perception? And that a powerful street drug can distort its processing so that you think minutes are hours and hours are months? And that that drug is known as CAKE?! Have a look...
Sput, if you show up for your first day of school in mid-January we're gonna know you've been into the CAKE stash again. In a CAKE driven society where the profit mongers keep the masses down by numbing their sense of individualism and natural inclination to rise up against despotic, capitalist oppression by feeding them CAKE, who polices the CAKE police? Huh?