That could be the guy, Cheryl. Sure sounds like him. He didn't get around to tellin' me about the polar shift, but I bet he would've if we didn't have that little disagreement over George Bush's looks. I got nothin' in particular against liberals, but this guy was way over the edge.

I gave his CD to my secretary. She gave it to her kids. I hope they get good use out of it for a dartboard or somethin'.

Guest, you pathetic bindle-stiff, you got a lotta nerve callin' other people "pathetic"...you don't even dare to appear under a name when you start tossin' insults. You remind me of the asshole who keeps writin' dirty words on the rear brick walls of my building. He ain't got a name either. I figger he's about 12 years old, at least mentally, know what I'm sayin'? And I'm talkin' human years, not chimp years. Your species is the slowest maturin' creatures on this planet.

It don't cause me no grief if Raymond Chandler writes better than I do. Writin' is not my main game in this life. What's yours?...aimin' at the little holes in the bus station urinal and seein' if you can score "10" this time?

So you have this bozo's CD? Well, that's your tough luck. I listened to it, and it stinks. If you listen to it too many times, yer brains'll probably turn to chowder and run out yer ears. Then you can get a job in a health food store, sellin' books on macrobiotic cures for dandruff, and pesterin' the anorexic salesgirl with the long blonde hair that keeps gettin' caught in her Birkenstocks when she bends over to fix her aura.

- Chongo