Mother, May I Sleep with Treacher?

That's why I haven't been in any hurry to start back up. It'd probably be just you reading (maybe), and since certain people (Hi, Micah!) think you and I are I am he and you are me and we are all together there just doesn't seem to be much point.

Oh crap, Treach is talking to himself again.

Geez, this Parrot guy is less convincing than Puce.

When are you going to try writing something funny big man. Dan Rather is a fucking pussy but you blew it. In more ways than one you fag.

But your space unicorn entry is a classic and always will be. I'm busy grading and leveling my backyard in the evenings and I replay your fictional newscast in my head and still smile and snicker. Got it mostly memorized from reading it so often back in the day. (A month passes slowly with a pick and shovel in hand - trust me)

You've added something to the world that is timeless and funny and will likely be around long after we're all dead. More than I've done...

"When are you going to try writing something funny big man. Dan Rather is a fucking pussy but you blew it. In more ways than one you fag."

Someone's sweet on Treach.

C'mon Russell. You went to Cal. You're a smart guy. I can't believe you haven't figured out the fact that Americrunch is Treacher/Parrott/Michele/you/Karl Rove.

I mean, have any of these people ever been photographed in the same room?

He wishes. I got too many balls to be that homo.

I dunno, Jim.

Scott Ott is still living large on his "Axis of Weasles" single.

You could sitll be a contender.

That space unicorn post is one of the few blog posts I've ever gone back to re-read. And I did it more than once. And I just laughed out loud reading it this time. And I'll do it again.