Lick? Gimmee a break.............

Well, this has certainly gone absolutely nowhere. Finally, the man in question shows up and outside of a few pathetic attempts at plugging Penn State and his position as King, has only one comment which is, "I don't know what to make of all this....".....Oh, I dunno' Max, how about a Bread Pudding? Geeziz.........................

Then Art, previously wishing to throw Max into the jaws of certain death, makes the only intelligent contribution here which fouls up the entire thread! Might as well repeat it I suppose, just to position myself with the intelligentsia...........Play the Paul Durst tape on Mudcat Radio sometime. It's the real meaning of "folk."

The assorted Shatner comments are worthless, as is Shatner, since they are coming from a man who sees deep meaning in a song about psychotic astronaut kissing his ass goodbye.................

Along comes Amos, the "Kalifornia King of Kosmic Karma," and makes suggestions about MY anatomy! And this from a man whose own genitalia are so dessicated from the salt air and California sun that it was once remarked they resembled a half burnt kitchen match flanked by two filberts.

This whole thing is hopeless............Here you are with a chance to give it to Max straight, and what do you do?

I give up..........why don't you all go help Max with the Bread Pudding? Throw in some of the Steaming Sphincter Salsa too. And be sure to not add Amos' nuts in by mistake......................

........Schumacher is typically running away with today's GP............This thread is in the shitter.........I'm going back to bed.

Spaw