I found Waldo...he was in my pants.
Ok...by this point you're probably wondering what's wrong with this site...or what's wrong with its creators...do not fret...it'll all become clear...right about now...a little about us, first...I (the writingy, creativey, psychotically cool Fonz-like one) am an escapee from a mental institution...I was committed by my parents at age 3 and given harsh drug treatments and shock therapy for my disorder (my disorder? Being a rebel...and a loner, Dottie...) The OTHER one of us (the technical, pallid, Christopher Lloyd comp sci guy of love) is against vaginal creme usage...and advocates color forms...now...what's it all about? We're trying to show the entire spectrum of life as we have come to know it...it's an extension of laugher, heartache, popcorn, and syphillus...it's the place to be for hip swingers, communist sympathizers, and hyperactive construction workers...yeah...everyone likes it...and finally, we just want to say...we make this site for the children...and we'd like to thank Jesus Christ for all his blessings...peace out...