Right on, Ron!!

[RighteousDude]

Don't mean to be rude but you might wanna use a spell-chack man.

Speaking here as a fellow antichrist, every damn time I use my spell-chack it goes chack chack chack beeeeeeeeep, my cell phone signal drops out, and about four minutes later the pigs are pounding on the door demanding to know if I have any information about some unspecified something that's gone missing from their evidence locker. Real fucking reactionaries.

And I'm out of Kahlua.  Straight vodka sucks, but sobriety just ain't my way of life. I think I just mixed some unrelated things together there. Hope it doesn't 'splode. Fuck it, I'm outta here. You can never be too careful.

[DigitalBuddha]

Spell Checker? Is this, what day is this?

[RighteousDude]

Spell Checker?

No, Dude. Chacker. It's an Eastern Thing. I think. Oh, shit. Where's my fucking rug?

[herpgumbo]

Spell Checker?

No, Dude. Chacker. It's an Eastern Thing. I think. Oh, shit. Where's my fucking rug?

I took the rug to wash it. Someone peed on it.

[RighteousDude]

I took the rug to wash it. Someone peed on it.

Oh shit, thanks man! I was worried there for a minute. I was all, like, oh no not this shit again.

Come to think of it, I did once have a nice rug disappear from my house, along with most of everything else that was in it. In the house, that is. There wasn't anything in the rug, I don't think. Taken by a woman who looked very similar to Julianne Moore, too. I didn't get punched in the jaw or anything, though. I wasn't even home when she did it. I developed a new personal rule as a result: Never divorce a redhead. After thinking on it some more, I changed it to Never Marry A Redhead. That keeps the original version of the rule from becoming a problem. But then, the blonde I married was a bit of a problem, too, and the brunette who followed her as the second Mrs. Righteous was a real nightmare. So maybe hair color has nothing at all to do with it.

I think the rule now is going to be Never Marry A Christian. Real fucking reactionaries, that lot are.

[herpgumbo]

I took the rug to wash it. Someone peed on it.

Oh shit, thanks man! I was worried there for a minute. I was all, like, oh no not this shit again.

Come to think of it, I did once have a nice rug disappear from my house, along with most of everything else that was in it. In the house, that is. There wasn't anything in the rug, I don't think. Taken by a woman who looked very similar to Julianne Moore, too. I didn't get punched in the jaw or anything, though. I wasn't even home when she did it. I developed a new personal rule as a result: Never divorce a redhead. After thinking on it some more, I changed it to Never Marry A Redhead. That keeps the original version of the rule from becoming a problem. But then, the blonde I married was a bit of a problem, too, and the brunette who followed her as the second Mrs. Righteous was a real nightmare. So maybe hair color has nothing at all to do with it.

I think the rule now is going to be Never Marry A Christian. Real fucking reactionaries, that lot are.

Well the good thing about us gay men is that the chances of meeting one who is a rightious christian is very low. But seriously, who keeps peeing on the rug?