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:

 winter wrote:
 God, I've missed you being around. 

Don't let SFW's doughy appearance fool you. He really can do one pullup.

Winter's folks beamed with pride the day that winter told them he got a new job as a porch pirate. 

For oldv, incontinence is a choice... not a condition.