Him and his gnat-filled handful of lube have captured my heart.

Do you remember our friend's story about the guy who rode up on a bicycle to SK, squirted some lube from a sampler into one hand, then rode away on his bike, steering with one hand, holding the lube in the other? I think about that like at least once a week.

A single federal agent with a long gun just walked through the crowd, slipped on the ice on his way under the police tape.

Dropped his loaded clip.

I'm going to go ahead and say it's basically the same thing.

There's a guy with a horse. Some blonde Vulcans, and a cheap engagement ring.

Next rap album cover: a pile of steaming unseasoned broccoli and chicken breasts

*writing on post-it note about to be stuck onto my 15-inch deep CRT monitor* Duck... Duck
Go. Got it.*slap*