= Druids

= depressed Irishmen

= closing time at flannery's pub...

= ahhh... the pleasing aroma

= freshly baked blueberry cobbler

= Nothing you want to step in, let me tell you

= the back folds of the circus fat-lady or fat-gentleman

= where's the flower?

= A frequent but dreadfully predictable party game in Greenwich Village.

= the classic mystery dinner

= lunch in the HS cafeteria...

= a potentially fatal experience

= my belief (...)

= god has three bungholes (...)

= he said bunghole....haaa haaaa hhhaaaaa haaa

= also sprachen butthead...

= forked tongues

= stereo lolly lickers

= that new British fellow that sounds just like Freddie Mercury, both when he sings and when he explains that his sexuality is none of your business regardless of how apparent it is. (Not that there's anything wrong with that.)

= Gary Mullen is just another blowhard shmuck

= Running for MP as a tory.

= Les Morpions (Los Cochinos)

= Haha! Charade you are!

= Audrey Hepburn giggling in Paris

= One tiny but very classy little poot in a sidewalk cafe.

= I have nothing to say to that

= Asking a grapefruit how it feels about navel lint.

= there's a "fish needs a bicycle" analogy here somewhere...

= like I need another hole in the head

= yes, one is quite enough thank you.

= Is it really better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick?

= a question you might ask your best friend and your worst enemy, equally.

= Why are you such a fool?

= Bush/Cheney '04

= sour grapes

= something in a tart and sassy boujelais?

(Somehow Cheney/Bush brings Malo-Lactic fermentation to mind.)

= looking forward to the Nouveau this fall

= The wacky, madcap exploits of an Alabama lottery winner on the English estate he purchased, this fall on Fox. Laughs for the whole family.

= slap my ass and call me sally...

= what I did to the old mare I rode in prep school