OK, EVERYBODY, SHUT THE FUCK UP.

[Cuddlefish]

I have a few things I need to say:

When I hack a loog, I pick it out of my mouth and examine its consistancy between my fingers. I do the same with my snots. Pretty much all the time.

I've consistantly cheated on my astronomy homework all semester, and still only managed a B- at midterms.

Sometimes the smell of my own farts makes me hungry.

I identify myself as discordian.

I'm a plastic crack addict, and would sell my body on the street for a Transformers 2011 Botcon exclusive set.

I accidentally came in my own face while masturbating. More than once.

I wear the same pair of jeans for months straight.

I don't even listen to Punk Rock.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Dimoism is a scourge on our nation's youth.  It is a depraved lifestyle that leads kids to drink shitty beer and step to Richter when his back is turned.  Dimoism encourages unclean behavior, manhole cover frisbee, and kicking habits while the nuns are still wearing them.

This is clearly a direct attack on our nation by Italy, which is directly responsible for Dimoism, it having been invented in the fleshpots of Salerno...The ruins of which are still poisonous.

Don't Dimo, kids.  Not even once.

Signs that your child might be on Dimo:

1.  5 o'clock shadow at 10AM.
2.  Intolerance to proper vindaloo.
3.  Listening to the jazz.
4.  Drinking PBR of their own free will.
5.  Excessive Ramen consumption.
6.  Tendency to headbutt the ceiling.
7.  The child becomes shorter.
8.  The child gets an insanely hot girlfriend who apparently has eyesight issues.
9.  Diabetes.
10.  The child develops a protective layer of some unknown oil.
11.  The child forms a cocoon, and emerges 6 months later as a dago.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I have a few things I need to say:

When I hack a loog, I pick it out of my mouth and examine its consistancy between my fingers. I do the same with my snots. Pretty much all the time.

I've consistantly cheated on my astronomy homework all semester, and still only managed a B- at midterms.

Sometimes the smell of my own farts makes me hungry.

I identify myself as discordian.

I'm a plastic crack addict, and would sell my body on the street for a Transformers 2011 Botcon exclusive set.

I accidentally came in my own face while masturbating. More than once.

I wear the same pair of jeans for months straight.

I don't even listen to Punk Rock.

Man-bodies crack me up. Seriously, that shit is funny!

[Cuddlefish]

Signs that your child might be on Dimo:

1.  5 o'clock shadow at 10AM will.
2.  Intolerance to proper atomic vindaloo.
3.  Listening to the jazz.
4.  Drinking PBR of their own for free will.
5.  Excessive Ramen consumption.
6.  Tendency to headbutt the ceiling.
7.  The child becomes shorter.
8.  The child gets an insanely hot maladjusted girlfriend who apparently has eyesight issues.
9.  Diabetes.
10.  The child develops a protective layer of some unknown olive oil.
11.  The child forms a cocoon, and emerges 6 months later as a dago.

Just a few corrections. Y'know, fer science.

[Luna]

2.  Intolerance to proper atomic vindaloo.

Damn, am I the only one that can eat that shit without utterly destroying somebody's bathroom the next day?

I swear, my stomach made a few WTF noises, I sat poised in my chair to make the dash... and, meh, nothing.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

2.  Intolerance to proper atomic vindaloo.

Damn, am I the only one that can eat that shit without utterly destroying somebody's bathroom the next day?

I swear, my stomach made a few WTF noises, I sat poised in my chair to make the dash... and, meh, nothing.

You haven't had Freeky's War Crime Vindaloo.  Ask Richter.

[Luna]

2.  Intolerance to proper atomic vindaloo.

Damn, am I the only one that can eat that shit without utterly destroying somebody's bathroom the next day?

I swear, my stomach made a few WTF noises, I sat poised in my chair to make the dash... and, meh, nothing.

You haven't had Freeky's War Crime Vindaloo.  Ask Richter.

I will do that.

I was never a fan of spicy food.  Grew up on a farm, just wasn't around it.
After the shit hit the fan this past year, I promised myself I'd try new stuff.  Lots of new stuff.  Turns out I can handle at least some kinds of spicy food, after all.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Signs that your child might be on Dimo:

1.  5 o'clock shadow at 10AM will.
2.  Intolerance to proper atomic vindaloo.
3.  Listening to the jazz.
4.  Drinking PBR of their own for free will.
5.  Excessive Ramen consumption.
6.  Tendency to headbutt the ceiling.
7.  The child becomes shorter.
8.  The child gets an insanely hot maladjusted girlfriend who apparently has eyesight issues.
9.  Diabetes.
10.  The child develops a protective layer of some unknown olive oil.
11.  The child forms a cocoon, and emerges 6 months later as a dago.

Just a few corrections. Y'know, fer science.

If olives had oil, we would have invaded Palermo by now.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

2.  Intolerance to proper atomic vindaloo.

Damn, am I the only one that can eat that shit without utterly destroying somebody's bathroom the next day?

I swear, my stomach made a few WTF noises, I sat poised in my chair to make the dash... and, meh, nothing.

You haven't had Freeky's War Crime Vindaloo.  Ask Richter.

I want it.

My body has not quite returned to its former "can process anything" state after the Big Illness of November 2010, but for the most part I can still handle any spicy food. And I like it!

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

I really want the recipe, I'm desperate for something new to tempt the boys.  I swear the very scent of hot sauce makes me gag anymore because they add it to EVERYTHING not breakfast, well not sweet or milk based breakfast.  Yes, they put it on eggs..... 

[The Good Reverend Roger]

2.  Intolerance to proper atomic vindaloo.

Damn, am I the only one that can eat that shit without utterly destroying somebody's bathroom the next day?

I swear, my stomach made a few WTF noises, I sat poised in my chair to make the dash... and, meh, nothing.

You haven't had Freeky's War Crime Vindaloo.  Ask Richter.

I want it.

My body has not quite returned to its former "can process anything" state after the Big Illness of November 2010, but for the most part I can still handle any spicy food. And I like it!

I'll see what I can arrange.

ETA:  For both you and Khara.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

2.  Intolerance to proper atomic vindaloo.

Damn, am I the only one that can eat that shit without utterly destroying somebody's bathroom the next day?

I swear, my stomach made a few WTF noises, I sat poised in my chair to make the dash... and, meh, nothing.

You haven't had Freeky's War Crime Vindaloo.  Ask Richter.

I want it.

My body has not quite returned to its former "can process anything" state after the Big Illness of November 2010, but for the most part I can still handle any spicy food. And I like it!

I'll see what I can arrange.

ETA:  For both you and Khara.

I like this idea.

[LMNO]

I really want the recipe, I'm desperate for something new to tempt the boys.  I swear the very scent of hot sauce makes me gag anymore because they add it to EVERYTHING not breakfast, well not sweet or milk based breakfast.  Yes, they put it on eggs..... 

I do, too.

LMNO
-juevos rancheros.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I really want the recipe, I'm desperate for something new to tempt the boys.  I swear the very scent of hot sauce makes me gag anymore because they add it to EVERYTHING not breakfast, well not sweet or milk based breakfast.  Yes, they put it on eggs..... 

I do, too.

LMNO
-juevos rancheros.

We will arrange this.

Just remember that you asked, when you strip the glaze off the commode and have to have your prostate replaced with a PVC bladder valve.

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

I really want the recipe, I'm desperate for something new to tempt the boys.  I swear the very scent of hot sauce makes me gag anymore because they add it to EVERYTHING not breakfast, well not sweet or milk based breakfast.  Yes, they put it on eggs..... 

I do, too.

LMNO
-juevos rancheros.

yeah that's salsa or a modified pico, I mean stupid vinegary yuckola hot sauce