Nope. Brainiac LLC LLM DUH.

Lately

Lately I'm starting to worry about you, what with all those LLC's And LLM's going on in your

life.

Life is like a jar of peanut butter. To get the oil off the top ya gotta mix it up a bit. Sometimes being a bit off the wall is a good thing. It keeps me from going bonkers.

Bonkers is a place I have been to many times, they serve nice coffee there with cheesecake and

cream.

Cream and crumpets and you can fax me the number so I can make a reservation and tell the floor host to arrange for all the dancin' girls with the can-can skirts. You can invite all your friends from Oz and together we'll bring down the house or a reasonable facsimile

thereof.

Thereof was a place in my imagination 'til I discovered cigareets and whiskey and wild, wild

women.

Women are so nice until the plural becomes a single and you find out the cigareet is actually an old whiskey cork photoshopped to look like the real thing and your imagination takes over making you think you've gone to heaven with an angel when all you really got is an old bag with a thing for chocolate covered

anchovies.

Anchovies are nice enough on pizza, but I don't think I'd like a woman who tasted of them too

much.

Much too salty

eh.

Eh, have you been tasting the merchandise

again?

Have you been peeking through the slats again enough to get

banned?

Um, you're supposed to start with the word I left you...again.   Me thinks you're mind is in another thread... about questions.  Never mind, I'll take it up with banned...

Banned substances were found on the deviant mongrel hanging out at the school gate in the hope of selling some of his wares, however, he was discovered and the cops kicked his arse for his

trouble.

Ooops, missed that one. I was trying to goad you into starting with banned thinking to catch you like this.

Banned for noticing I messed up.

Trouble is what I get into for not paying

attention.

Attention is what I used to stand to first thing in the mornings when I was a young bloke, now attention is something I have to pay to ensure I don't wet my

slippers.

Slippers are called slippers so you don't have to worry about what trickles down your leg while you're hightailing it to the john in soggy

shoes.

Shoes required, no shoes no shirt no

service!

Service stations used to be a place where you got your windshields cleaned for

free.

Free stuff on the internet isn't so free when you install it just to find it's a hardly working trial version and the purchase price is something totally ridiculous when even Microsoft make a free equivalent that does the job just

nicely.

Nicely she said when the bed broke at high noon on the 31 day of October with a ghoulish dude wearing a fake redneck tee-shirt over a pink speedo knocked on the window proclaiming himself to be the embodiment of another redneck who shall remain nameless because he has no name wanting to come in and show her his ant 

collection.

Collection of odd bods inhabited the forums at Wincustimize for many years, the Uvah and I hit the joint and it has never been the same

since.

Since that is the case then I propose a moratorium on unclassified, unheard of, uninitiated, unencumbered, unsolicited, un ... un ... that

too.

Too many times and I've been told you can go blind or grow hair on the palms of your

hands.

Try stroking to the left instead of to the right. I'm not saying I do that, uh uh. Just a thought.

Hands probably can get hairy when certain activity is done too

often.

Often being the operative word when it comes to slambangin' the farmer's

blank. (Thought I was gonna put something else in there didn't ya). lol