31.1.07

!Bomb the Moon!

"You seem nice, but you're probably a crazy bitch." Jillian B. Caly bespoke 01/31/07

"The 312 is gettin' crunk on your shit!" Rickey Walker bespoke 01/26/07

"I don't want a fuckin' shorty." Rick Corley bespoke 01/25/07

"Some people would hold their sphincters. Not me. I don't give a fuck." Scott Bakula bespoke 01/23/07

"I'm going to take both of my parents to dinner and have the foreskin talk." Scott Bakula bespoke 01/19/07

"My sister was a miscommunication." Rick Corley bespoke 01/19/07

"Keeping my feet clean is something that's become important to me." Scott Bakula bespoke 01/19/07

"I'll sodomize California. Yeah." Steve Erickson bespoke 01/17/07

"You can always get divorced[, but] [t]he Super Bowl is forever" Steve Erickson bespoke 01/14/07

"Man love is not a sport! [...] I should be a wrestler, I weigh fuckin' nothing." Steve Erickson bespoke 01/13/07

"Grow a penis, then we'll talk." Rickey Walker bespoke 01/10/07

"It made me think of you, because it's really gay like you are." Steve Erickson bespoke 01/10/07

"Timely head water?" Monichka Wizgird bespoke 01/06/07

"What I should have said was that ketchup and mayonnaise were coming out of my steak fry." Scott Bakula bespoke 01/05/07

"Watch your back in Ohio," Steve Erickson bespoke 01/04/07

"Maybe Jon Isaac will get a date with Carmen Electra. He likes tacos." - Steve Erickson bespoke 01/01/07

"What is the exit velocity of a baby?" - Richard Corley bespoke 01/01/07

1.1.07

The rise of Cluny

"The Musée de Cluny (hostel of the abbots of Cluny), opposite the Sorbonne in Paris, was completed in 1498 (in less than thirteen years) by Jacques d'Ambroise, brother of the cardinal who was Louis XII's minister for a long time."

Stumbled upon quite by accident, as one might stumble upon a level 60 Elf Mage at a Crescent Guild meeting, Cluny has proven itself to be a formidable ally in the self-destruction of Claremont. Costing a scant $13 per 1.75 L, this blended scotch whisky proves itself a superior value, with plenty of artifical smoke flavouring and the full 80 proof abv demanded to get the residents of Claremont through their socially and economically unproductive and miserable days. It provides the sole ray of hope when the rising sun tickles our eyelids and the last comfort when we cry ourselves to sleep each and every night. Verily, Cluny is a friend that will never depart our side. Save if the liquor store behind our humble abode ceases to carry it. In which case, we will all die alone.