Ah yes, Goldman Sax. What a sweet note that is.
When I see that leering Jesus there, arms full of long, thick cucumbers, it makes my Cavern of Shame™ clench with fear over the thought of what he might do with them...
Bukko: your comment just made my Cavern of Shame™ spit out a tour bus. ++++
And just what was that tour bus doing in there in the first place, young man?
Bukko: About forty-five miles per hour. ++++
Then that would explain the skid marks in your jockey shorts...
Gentlemen:I was playing trivia at a local watering hole last evening (and, yes, I did fucking WIN!!) and one of the team's names was "Crouching Woman, hidden cucumber".I only do cucumbers in slices or sweet, sweet gherkins.
I've heard of "hiding the sausage" but "hiding the cucumber"? Makes me want to toss my salad. Although I suppose that's physically impossible. Unless you're Gene Simmons.
We'll try dumping haloscan and see how it works.