Thank you WarWagon, you're right on :lol:


unfortunately, WW still has that pesky plastic fetish............

paddyjoe had a special wig made from his clipped underarm hair, but was formed into the shape of a small mullet, that he wears on his scrotum. it impresses the ladies when he goes trolling at the trailer park - they always give him head after they see that.

pigglet designed and constructed said wig, and even clipped the underarm hair personally.

Peetster asked me to construct such a wig for him, which I begrudgingly did. He purchased a black shower curtain and cut a hole through it. On Friday nights, he invites his friends over to his bathroom, where he re-enacts his favorite scenes from Joe Dirt with phallic virtuousity.

Is that where you want to be when Jesus comes back?

pigglet farts in the bathtub...

uncle phil is the guy who looks forward to peeing in public pools. he sometimes holds it for hours before he goes swimming.

pigglet designs toilet covers for the gay community.

Fremen doesn't like pastels or crisscrossing patterns.

Pigglet got idea for all of the paterns from the socks he was forced to wear as a kid.

pigglet and SixEdxMia live in the land of lincoln!

everquest still has to have a nipple on his beer bottles

It makes it last longer.

flyman has no secrets to tell.

everquestjoe has his taint pierced

pigglet is just a little oinker.....


and he's still on the teat.

Flyman.....

Ok, I got nothin.

He's pretty cool, actually.

Just play through.

Peetster is waiting for help from the online guru Baba Louie about his erect tile dysfunction.
He can't get his tiles erect. ;)

Freman, or should I say Freeman! He never quite learn't to spell his name correctly, thats what playing with trucks in primary school will do to ya!

frozenstellar can't read without moving his lips and mumbling.

Fremen sleeps with his mouth open............



*snicker*

Flyman takes advantage of fremen sleeping with his mouth open.

Six is envious of flys' ability to take advantage of my purty, slack mouth.

Fremen's mouth is only so slack because a korean hooker stole his dentures after he refused to pay her.

SixEdMia stole Fremen's dentures while on vacation in Korea.

taylor has a large collection of small, Korean, anatomically correct kewpie dolls. He likes to position them in strange ways.

Peetster has pair of black hightop Reeboks from 1991 with neon fatlaces stored safely away in his bedroom closet. He likes to wear them on Sundays and listen to old Rob Bass and Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam Albums.

Pigglet is jealous of Peetsters shoes because he lost an identical pair in a *totally fixed* break dancing competition.

Six spun tales about the great shoe robberies that she and her boytoy Peetster pulled off in the late 90's to pay off Sixs' increasingly large library fine.
Unfortunately, she was caught bragging about it to an undercover federal agent at their annual gay rodeo, where Peetster once again won Best Overall Cowboytoy, and she was incarcerated at the Federal Prison For Overly Dramatic Pauses and Unusual Sexual Fetishes.
She recently received parole for good behaviour, and she then joined the TFP to be closer to Peetster.
They are currently plotting something even more nefarious, which I will tell you about as soon as I take this drink....ack!.....

Fremen has finally lost his last grip on reality. He seemed to be making progress with meds and an aggressive electro-shock treatment plan, but then, suddenly and without notice, his mind left us. We are left with no other options but to lobotomize him, and with any luck he will be suffocated hero-style like the brave Indian did in "One Flew Over the Cookoo's Nest" to the lead character.

Peetster has been practicing psycology without a liscence for the better part of ten years. He did however go to university of fornication website and pass the email/password exam, so he meets the criteria for clinical practitioner.

Dr. Peetster is so lucky to have received his clinical psycology license, and immediately land tecoyah as a patient.

I believe he can help you, my friend.

tecoyah was hoping for art therapy, through the use of paddyjoes' photography seminar, and self help workshop....in fact I already sent in my registration to RIT, C/O Professor Paddy.

Tecoyah is suffering from illusions of grandure. And spelling.
Lie back and we'll talk. Tell me about your childhood.

Don't do it Tecoyah. Peetster keeps a small leather sack filled with sand, salt and ground onyx next to his patient's couch, which he liberally sprinkles down his patients' shirt collars and in their hair. It's always uncomfortable leaving his office, or so they say.

the pigglet thrives in dark, moist, warm places...

uncle phil knows all about dark,moist,warm places.......


he's in the wine cellar WAY too often.

Flyman lives in the crawl space underneath the wine cellar.

Peetster pays large to play in MY crawlspace. : X

Six founded an foreign exchange program with the money Peetster is doling out to her. Every year, a worker in a Nike sweatshop is chosen, based on manual dexterity and compact physique, to come live in her closet and help her do her hair, make-up, and nails. I'm not sure how far the closet is from the crawlspace...

pigglet likes to rollerblade naked in the rain by uncle phil's place,tryin' to swing a free pair of sleeper jammies.


cha-ching ........double whammy

Ahh, poor flyman loses the Stanley Cup so all he can think to do is run around insulting everybody he sees.

There, there fly. Always next year.