The Carnival Comes to Town

Sweet. Now I can pollute the internets with my "thoughts", or, more accurately, the ill-considered, ill-conceived words that drop unbidden out of my face -- grammatically-structured Tourette's exclamations, if you will. (And, oh, you will!) Plus (as is the goal of every 35 y/o man on the web) I can finally make contact with hot honeys in their 20s who would recoil in disgust at me in the real world. (Webbed fingers crossed!)

(Why oh why will you never pet my dromedary hump?)