Neanderpundit

and you spray the toilet paper with some of that “scat” spray that has capsicum in it, so the dog goes nuts if it smells it, it’s a good idea to wipe your ass with another, uncontaminated roll of asswipe.

I’m just saying, is all.

it looks like I’m gonna do 100,000 hits today. Anyone snapshots a pic of that, send me a copy. I’ll send you a cute picture of my dog licking it’s balls, or something.

Is wandering off into territory I’ve flogged about before.

While I’m not in the habit of having conversations with fictional characters, I have to address this one squarely at Jan: If you are pregnant, what is inside you is a human child. Not a waste product. Before you whine about choice, consider that you already MADE the choice, when you engaged in sex. The moment to choose not to have a child is the moment before conception. There are a few infallible methods of contraception, and many nearly infallible ones. (before anyone cracks wise in comments, abstinence, oral sex, and anal sex are infallible methods of contraception, to name but a few)

There’s a restaurant in Chicago called Charlie Trotter’s. Charlie has travelled the world and worked with the world’s finest chefs, including, for instance, Gordon Sinclair. Eating at Trotter’s is like having sex with a 23 year old Audrey Hepburn. let’s say you go there and eat, but for some reason, decide that you don’t want to pay for the meal (the meal is expensive, no doubt about that!) Is it OK to just go into the bathroom and take a shit? “Well, the food is still here. Why should I pay for it?” As any fine restaurantier will tell you, pay up. As any nun will tell you, the cost of that couple minutes ecstacy is a lifetime of service. And joy. Pay up, Jan.