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Thank you! Never heard that. Chuck Berry varies his lyrics from one performance to the next, in somewhat like manner.

It is amazing what Gulf coast dwellers know that we Atlantic coast denizens have no clue about.

A good squirt of charcoal lighter fluid is a lot more effective at exterminating a yellowjacket nest than multiple cans of expensive insecticide.

And: The very Oedipus of reason crumbles beneath us.

OK, MsGuy. Here goes. One category that our construction fits, more or less, is: Asyndeton. The deliberate omission of conjunctions that would normally be used. But that's not exactly it. Hunt continues.

I had to go get a bunch of additional tests, all involving considerably more sticking with needles than the little 4-tine test, to confirm it was chicken shit reaction. Re: Dying in Indiana, one may channel Alice Roosevelt Longworth: How could you tell?

I test positive for TB because of chicken shit. Don't think our pols were to blame but then in a state responsible for Andrew Johnson, Jesse Helms and John Edwards, who knows? Still unable to find the link to the letter 'G' unless the Southeastern Baptist Convention has been right all along in which case I will still take my chances with the alternative.

P.S. Or as Stevens put it: No Possum, No Sop, No Taters He is not here, the old sun, As absent as if we were asleep. The field is frozen. The leaves are dry. Bad is final in this light. In this bleak air the broken stalks Have arms without hands. They have trunks Without legs or, for that, without heads. They have heads in which a captive cry Is merely the moving of a tongue. Snow sparkles like eyesight falling to earth, Like seeing fallen brightly away. The leaves hop, scraping on the ground. It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice. It is in this solitude, a syllable, Out of these gawky flitterings, Intones its single emptiness, The savagest hollow of winter-sound. It is here, in this bad, that we reach The last purity of the knowledge of good. The crow looks rusty as he rises up. Bright is the malice in his eye... One joins him there for company, But at a distance, in another tree.

For our conspiracy theorists. A Map of the Most Common Cause of Death by U.S. State That Keeps Getting Covered Up by Rollin Bishop at 4:00 pm on August 4, 2014 Self-described “evil giraffe” Moe Lane created an amusing map of the most common cause of death by U.S. state that keeps getting covered up. Nebraska, it turns out, is subject to a massive amount of death by “piracy.” Lane’s map was made in response to a similar map by Slate of the most common cause of death by U.S. state other than heart disease and cancer. image via Moe Lane http://laughingsquid.com/a-map-of-the-most-common-cause-of-death-by-u-s-state-that-keeps-getting-covered-up/

Found on the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society Facebook page. https://www.facebook.com/groups/119441938068660/

Where to eat in Brooklyn...

Failed you, I fear. Not one blessed clue or lead. You have any least intuition of what infernal thing it is, or what KIND of thing? After quite a bit of blind groping, I have still not hit on anything even close to the examples we started with.

Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour Light the first light of evening, as in a room In which we rest and, for small reason, think The world imagined is the ultimate good. This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous. It is in that thought that we collect ourselves, Out of all the indifferences, into one thing: Within a single thing, a single shawl Wrapped tightly round us, since we are poor, a warmth, A light, a power, the miraculous influence. Here, now, we forget each other and ourselves. We feel the obscurity of an order, a whole, A knowledge, that which arranged the rendezvous, Within its vital boundary, in the mind. We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark. Out of this same light, out of the central mind, We make a dwelling in the evening air, In which being there together is enough. Wallace Stevens

All doubtless engaging in Aerosol-Generating Procedures around one another.

The famous Belgian Farting Pig has a Facebook page! https://m.facebook.com/profile.php?id=133819563322071&_rdr

For our Special Guest Star.

BOGO American slang: Blow One, Get One. Oral sex performed in exchange for a favor or an item. Dawn got a dub for the BOGO she did on Gary. http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=BOGO

Must resist my usual urge to linger in the Bush Meat aisle at my local Kroger.

It had to happen: The Ebola Conspiracy Theories http://depletedcranium.com/it-had-to-happen-the-ebola-conspiracy-theories/

Hotel threatening $500 'bad review fee' trolled with spoof complaints New York's Union Street Guest House said it would dock people's deposits if they criticised it. Now pranksters have posted a raft of joke reviews, sending its ratings plummeting Pete Cashmore Tuesday 5 August 2014 11.52 EDT The Guardian The Union Street Guest House has this week been labelled perhaps the meanest, mardiest, most criticism-resistant hotel in the US. The Hudson, New York establishment's website listed a charge of $500 (£296) for wedding couples if they or their guests left negative reviews on online customer review sites. Of course, such exercises in damage limitation only reap dividends, both in terms of limiting dissent or making a few extra bucks out of disgruntled guests, if the rest of the world doesn't know about them. Sadly for the Union Street Guest House, the rest of the world has found out about them -- prompting the hotel to issue a statement saying the whole thing was a joke. Unconvinced, pranksters have had great fun this week leaving humorous "guest reviews" of the hotel on online review site Yelp, safe in the knowledge that they have no three-figure deposit to be withheld. Indeed, more than 500 of said reviews appeared in one day, sending the guesthouse's average rating plummeting to one out of five, which is an achievement in itself given that many people still left ironic five-star ratings in among the slatings. Here are some of the best complaints: ▶ "Nice soothing screeching noises everywhere all the time at night." Mihai D, Beaconsfield, Canada ▶ "Went to sleep here with two testicles. Woke up. They gone." Joe C, Virginia ▶ "I stayed here on March 14th, woke up the next day, BOOM! Ebola outbreak in West Africa. Coincidence? I think not." Daniel, San Diego ▶ "The hall was double-booked for my wedding and a white supremacist rally, which added character." Steve W, Foster City ▶ "I sneezed once in the lobby and was charged a $250 cleaning fee." Scott L, Las Vegas ▶ "I had the feeling I was being watched the whole time during my stay, then the creep at the front desk stabbed me to death while I was in the shower." John B, California ▶ "I didn't read the fine print carefully. Apparently the Hotel Manager had the right of 'prima nocta' and was legally allowed to sleep with the bride on the first night." Joe D, New York ▶ "Had my wedding here, and they required a human sacrifice. I objected, but it was clearly printed in size 1 font in a lost dialect of Sumerian at the bottom of the agreement." Chris, Phoenix ▶ "The floors made my feet smell like feet." RB, Los Angeles http://www.theguardian.com/world/shortcuts/2014/aug/05/union-street-guest-house-500-dollar-bad-reviews

So it's not bullying when you do it. Of course I created this thread as a waste of time. What did you expect from a post about a giant fart machine? I am, however, honored that you could waste the time to post an appreciation. P.S. On no account look at this thread: http://www.boytoy.com/forums/index.php?/topic/17245-fart-filtering-underwear/

Whew! For a minute I thought, someone caught Davey Wavey before makeup!