And.......??

So I guess the piggy did go WEEEEEEE all the way home. 

I dunno why. There's plenty porta-potties about.

I would just love to hear......

WEEEEE!

WEEEEE WEEEEE WEEEEEEEEEEE!

WEEEEEEE WEEEEEEEE BOOOOOOOOOOOM!

...on that commercial just once!

OK

Look Doc, I'm not drinking nitro glycerin for you or anybody.

As for MadDeez, it looks like he may be home from the asylum just a little too soon.

How did I get into this? I was studiously avoiding this Existential thread when up pops you and "Just when I thought I was free....starkers drags me back in!".

I think he had to much nitro.

Yea, go ahead and blame it on someone else when you know you start all the problems.

Or was it too much of that curried cabbage supreme. You know, that stuff has yet to be approved by the F. B. of T. T. O. not to mention the G. of P. P. and the F. F. U. and...... the U. of M. B. Oh ... did I forget to mention mrs starkers. Careful now. Wouldn't want the Feds to get hold of you. Lol

Sorry 'bout that, Doc, I got a bit confused because I do recall you telling me that a drop of nitro glycerin in water was waaay better than Viagra... that the climax is sheet shredding, star seeing and like caboom for both parties.

Dunno that it was such good advice, tho!  I went to both those parties and not a cracker.

Come to think of it, which I do, it probably was one drop too many.... which probably isn't such a good combination with curried cabbage  Every time I fart the windows rattle, the chandeliers rattle and a green smoke fills the room.

Thanks Dave, I'm so glad you got my back on this one.  Like I twisted his arm to come in here!  Nah, the doc came in here of his own volition, didn't he?  Like how is it my fault if he chose to stick around for a bit?

Now now, Uvah, stop giving all these gov't departments ideas to come in and regulate things.  We don't need more regulations.  No, what we need is abolishment, starting with political think tanks and committees, bureaucratic fat cats and pencil pushers.... and the abolishment of taxes on such natural things as flatulence and other bodily functions.  There aren't too many pleasures in life that aren't taxed, so how about we keep mum here and not give the bastards any ideas, OK?

Yah. DaveBax. and starkers. WC is looking like 'Club Al', starkers. Think about the connection between Nitro and what you do best and you'll understand where I told you to put the Nitro. DaveBax...you can put it there too. 

Meanwhile, back at the ranch ... where's MaDeez? He started it. Blame it on him instead of picking on poor Doc. Hasn't he enough trouble trying to maintain the sanity in these here forums. See Doc ... I got ya back on this one.

Yeah...he started all this and ran for cover. Thanx, Uvah... that starkers is some buddy, huh? And DaveBax...a Nemesis of the first order. He probably instigated starkers by pm.

Time to rev up 'Ol' Max', methinks...

Are you sure you want me to do that?  Think about the 'fallout'.  

In the grand scheme of things, your place ain't all that far from mine.

Ahem!!!   Meanwhile, back at the oasis, members of the Foreign Legion are mounting their camels

Now that's a fine how-do-you-do, casting aspersions on my buddyship like that.  I'll have you know that if DaveBax, arch-nemisis of monolithic proportions, happened to PM me to gang up on you, I'd tell him where to get off (stop No 12 heading west outta town).  Out there he'll find a quiet little bar with topless waitresses... should oughta keep him off yer back... er, I mean busy for a while. hehe.

ahhh see Doc starkers is like a fishing rod once cast  out he will wind back in  again and there's no stopping at what he will do

Yeah ... only the cover's gonna break and MaDeez is gonna have to come and 'splain to us all why him did that. The OP reminds me of a joke I heard awhile back.

     There was a couple who loved to experiment when it comes to having sex. One week end their daughter comes home from college and decides to stay in her old room. During the course of the night the daughter is awakened by this strange sound. What she heard was ... bump, bump, bump, weeeee ahhhhh. Thinking she was hearing things she tried going back to sleep. Then the sound woke her up a second time only it was different. Instead of the bump, bump, bump, weeeee, ahhh it was bump, bump, bump, weeeee, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

      The daughter quickly threw on her robe and ran upstairs to her parents bedroom. When she opened the door she found her mother looking desperately under the covers so she asked what happened. The mother said. "We were trying something different. Your father would stand by the wall opposite the bed. He'd take three giant steps and mount the foot board then dive on 'down' if  you know what I mean". "But where's dad?" The daughter asks to which the mother replied. "It was going fine until your father misjudged his landing. Now all I got to do is find him."

Hey Doc "me so sorry" won't ever say anything bad again. I'm really just a little angel 

Yeah okay.

I'm still at home.