Actually Leej, Shatner left the Communist Party in a huff (a nice 2-door hardtop Huff) when he felt he'd been duped because there was neither ballons nor ice cream and no party games to speak of. As to the situation with Hungary, he completely duffed that one too thinking it had something to do with being hungry...and gawd knows the little porker can eat! It was when he was angered because there was no food that he again let his temper get the best of him...literally, because as he left a planning meeting complaining bitterly about the lack of goulash, his cock and balls were severed by the door of a freight elevator. His original equipment was lost down the shaft and buried in the grease, cigar butts, and Twinkie wrappers below, so doctors gave him a new set consisting of a dessicated gherkin and two raisins.

Say, the rail thing gives me an idea! What say we let the little, fat, broke-dick, motherfucker, stay and we can permanently affix the crack of his ass to a rail and whack him back and forth between two cactus plants when things are dull?

Spaw