NoEnz bought sixty cases of McConnell's Itching Powder for Dry Sockets to punish himself for having that fantasy about Lorenzo Lamas again.

miamszun's user name isn't just an anagram for "Zuni imams", it's also the word for "flat mineral water served with a ham rind garnish" in his private language.

SFW has these strange dreams where he's pushing Nancy Pelosi into a well, yelling "let's see you fake waffles now, you sassy can of hammer wax".

But the really disturbing part is how he keeps telling this to school kids at the crosswalk, even when he's not on crossing guard duty.

If anyone wants geoff_morphini on a Tuesday night, safe money says he's got a few bucks on SexyStalks in the ninth at Mollusk Downs.

Red Dragon keeps pestering his insurance company to approve an ovipositor transplant.

The Lego Group bought GeneP59's designs for "inflamed bear rectum" and "diseased giraffe prostate" Lego sets so he would finally stop bothering the front desk receptionist.

he's in the early design phases of a "nude pole dancing Nixon" set now.

the CIA has a small file on islander. most of it's redacted, of course, but the words "impossibly flatulent" come up 41 times in the declassified part.

RD’s new retirement hobby is weaving his bellybutton lint into Barbie wear, but was busted for peddling it as mohair. 

Winters favorite quote is “Huh?”.

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: