Repeat after me:

"I'd just like that Osama Bin guy's followers to decide that they just want us all to get along, and to overthrow him in a very fiery and spikey way."

But evil is so much more fun than good.

Fate in Jodi's hands. I'm afraid....I'm very afraid.

Mrs. Z! Oy gevalt! Mein leibling!

Do you take requests, because Ashley Banfield is really getting on my nerves.

No! No! Leave Ashley Banfield... take GERALDO!!

And just where you when I was dealing with my ex?
"just teasing"

Just keep thinking about Osama and 74 NON virgins that are all suffering a bad case of PMS, all in the same locked room with him.

;)

Hey, whilst we're making a list of suggestions, let's add our fuckwit leader, President Rosco P. Coltrane Jnr.

And after you've taken care of the smirking chimp, complete the set with the Vice-Pres - but remember to use a big wooden stake.

Jodi:

I'm certain that, of the total collection of cause-and-effect relationships that resulted in this injury, your wish was the one overriding factor that guided the preceding events and determined the outcome.

Come on, now. Let's get a bit more realistic about this. (Unless you prefer to have a hyperinflated view of the power of your thoughts and postings.)

Looks like someone's had the double bypass - on humour and irony detection.

I'm always a little wary of this though, as it could be a double bluff.

In fact, Max, how do I know that you are not triple bluffing?

And maybe this response that I am writing now is a quadruple bluff.

Things start to get a little confusing from here on in.

You wish for lots of stuff, Jodi, but the Hilton Twins are still "partying hardy"...

Dear,

Before I answer you question and dole my sage advice...at the risk of sounding Clintonian, can you define evil?

I too, have a confession.

October 25th, 1986:

Sometime between 9 and 10 pm, my mom, citing "almost-bedtime," made me remove the good luck baseball hat I had worn for the previous few hours, and while watching all of the other games of the series.

Not more than ten minutes later, while brushing my teeth, it happened.

I'm sorry, Boston. Blame my mom.

Have a heart. He could have been the next Luke Perry.

Billy Bucks is Aaron's fault?

Not me, Don - My mom.

Almost ten years ago, I started a painting of my sister. Mid-way through she died. A couple of months later I began working on a stipple of Audrey Hepburn, and she died.

Everyone kept asking me to draw Saddam Hussein.

It's fucking annoying shit.