I dunno BB........In Meebo's case, I think he's half baked already. And at his age, if he keeps up at his current rate of progress, he will be completely baked very soon. This is a real advantage to those of us who are somewhat weird as it totally stops the maturation process and we can then get on with the serious work of regressing to age 6 and live happily there. This is why I find words like "dump" to be hilarious and can now refer to my tool as "Joe Smackers" without the slightest snicker, assured in the knowledge that he's Y2K compliant.

As far as New Year's goes, Karen will undoubtedly sleep through it and I'll go wake her with a kiss and say HNY and she'll give me a nice hug and I'll return to Mudcat and wait as we cross the US as I'm expecting a few hugs and kisses from Kat and some of the west coast bunch. I will then continue to type in enormous run-on sentences and assume they are representative of the shallowness of my mind while having visions of Squeak's chest hair, dragonflies buzzing about Jeri's hooters, and a heron dressed as Waylon Jennings tootling up Cleigh's ass while running after a naked female banjo picker through a jello pit where a large Irish guy in a thong is trying to extract a potato from his ass after being thrashed by Koko and an Aussie lagerphone player in drag who loaned his fishnet tights to a fart lighting, rocketing, high diving, firefighter who is sitting in his helmet listening to an old coot in black blow harp for a miserable bitch editor from Wyoming who's writing a story about a schizoid private eye/briarhopper who opened a Radio Shack that's 472 miles from the nearest customer, a guy who has acquired 2471 guitars and had 839 stolen including a Guild 12 now possessed by a big guy in Baltimore who ain't really in Baltimore but operating a table saw for a silversmith in NY who books travel time for another possum's ass toodler in the same state so he can keep company with a skiffler that is the admitting officer at the Neil Young Center for the Terminally Screwed.

Spaw