(I, on the other hand, refuse to have children because I carry within my heart an incontrovertible certainty that they would grow up to worship Britney-Spears-like popster clones, neoconservative politicians, and whatever scrofuluous, disease-ridden, vacant-brained celebutante comes of the next generation of Hiltons.)

Never sawed da Maltese Falcon. Nebber readed Sam Spade. Axually, nebber red NONE of dem nwar-thingiez. Sortakindamebbe gotz SUM idea ob whatall iz goin on in dis thred, but for da most part?

BRAINSPLORT indeed!

My great impresseddedness–let me show you it.

For example, if someone refers to “Bunway Airline,” you simply have to have seen the picture. After which you will fall on the floor and roll around laughing! It’s sort of like reading a novleist who writes with continuing characters. Of course, you can read each individual book as a stand alone and enjoy it. But in order to understand ALL the references, you have to start with the first book and read them all.

But also feel free to ask – this is a VERY friendly and nice group of people and almost certainly someone will explain it to you. I still don’t get everything by a long shot – so don’t feel like the lone stranger!

And welcome. All people of good will and good humor are welcome here.

One word:

EEEWWWWW!!!!

Dont get kyoot–

Uh o, i alredy iz kyoot. Srybai.

“She “meowww”ed a sadz
storree abowtz a misseeng
Cheezburgr an fryz

“Dis Cheezburgr wuz
speshull. Wun uv a kynd. ‘T3h
Katnipp Cheezburgr’!”

Jack.

Hopefully, because this is ICHC, after all, and sometimes we just don’t make sense.

The Refrense Lolbrarian *points way to refrense section*

I nowed Mungo Jerry frum wai back. Himz a big tom wif a chip on hiss sholdr lik a dbl order ob country fraiz… but not doo so much big stuff. Him breks teh hin legs for a muny, lean on gooshy fud shopes, run da numberz… small potetoes in tehs kitteh’s citteh.

Teh peepul wuz anover story… an not wun wif an every after endin, eiver. Ai noe teht Peta uz brekin hedz ober illigul labz latey. it wuz in all teh papurz. sordid photoz of rezkud bunnehs in heaby ey liner, gogiez pulled frum undrgrown knnelz still hai on cawf suripz. Peepulz r nuthin butt trubl.

Den the daim paips up,” Hey, whut?! U falled asleep nao?!!?”

“No,” I sez, ” I tinkin bested wif mai eyez clozed.”

(U shood have seen hiz momz face when he says at age 11 “Mom, let’s do my room in 1930’s film noir)