After months of denial, I finally have admitted to myself the horrible truth; however, doing so has not made me a happy wombat, so I have now returned to a condition of denial. Or, in the words of the great & wondrously misquoted Harry Lee Wigley, "He that hath no dick is not a he."

Not that I "hath no dick". . . I do; & a rather impressive one at that! (See the "Erection" thread!)

But HLW spoke figuratively, the above quote really has nothing to do with having no dick but has more to do with having no idei of where I am going with this post, being as how I am actually being led by the spirit of Joe Offer. Did I say "Joe Offer"? What I meant was that I was being led by my gonads or either Tonya Harding who secretly wishes she was me, King khandu!

Of
course, I could do as Rap/Mike has done & use my real world name but my real world name is "Tweed" & that would confuse everyone since I am not the fellow with the Mudcat name "Tweed" who is in love with Penelope Rutledge, who I am not in love with nevertheless!

Perhaps ant farms are an excellent subject for MOAB after all! We could all use the info !

Kk