I dunno, Spaw -- seems to me, off hand, that you, yourself, have a lot more thoughts relating to dicks in your skull than I do. I'm more of a boob guy, to be honest with you, and my record definitely, um, supports that salient position. Your highest accomplishment on the Cat, aside from near-death experiences, has been getting everyone to imagine you peeing in a river from a railroad bridge with that "Deep, too!" line. I, on the other hand, founded the Temble of the Golden Globes to widespread unspoken acclaim and international support and high feeling.

I mean, if we're talking about kids and all we should get our definitons really clear, because otherwise they are going to get all confused, and when they meet "little Uncle Spaw", instead of telling it like it is and telling ma that "some dickhead was at the door", they're gonna report that it was an aureola-face instead, and no-one will be able to understand what happened!! And its a little early to teach them "shit-for-brains".

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