Last night Amish told me he likes to carress the bottoms of naked boys.

You know what I say to Kirspy Kreme? F you, Krispy Kreme! 69 centavos for a damned donut?! That donut better be frosted with gold powder! It better be stuffed with precious jewels! Some self-important rock star better have ejaculated his sweet, potent load into your fluffy inner cavern!

Does it strike anyone else as odd that Mr. Boddy's mansion (in Clue) is only built on one level? I'm looking for room dimensions all over the internet, but no luck.

I am eating a donut. It’s chocolate frosted. But what’s that atop the chocolate? A generous dusting of powdered sugar. You bite into its crisp, yet soft, body, and find a hidden aquifer of cold vanilla pudding.

Well--well! This weekend: will be excelelnt. This is the first weekend at the Chateau that won't involve a ballsload of moving. Yep. You should probably come by. Or we will come to your home and destroy you.

That's right, Apt. 8.

I'm talking to you.