Cecil will be greeting us all on April 22.
Or not. It’s hard to tell. 
:::::::::Shaking Magic 8 Ball::::::::::
*No comment available at this time. Please Keep Trying by flashing boobies, offering pie and in general, sucking up to The Perfect Master. *
Wow.
Er, no.
But I digress.
aha, where are you when we need you?
The nation, er thread lifts it’s lonely eyes to you…
OK, I forked over my $5 so I’ll join this worship-fest. But if He brings Kool-Aid, I’m outta here.
Which reminds me of a joke.
Three Doper Explorers are captured by a tribe of primitive… Dutchmen.
(Whats-his-name is Dutch, right? Always innocently piss of a Mod if you can, I say, but I digress.)
The tribe gives our heroes the choice of Droit du seigneur or Kool Aid.
The first Doper thinks, “I’m young and healthy, I can survive.” He chooses the former.
“DROIT DU SEIGNEUR!” exclaim the Dutchmen, and the Doper soon dies of, well, you know.
The second Doper, having bested the first in Great Debates and The Pit, believes he can best him in this, too and chooses Droit du seigneur.
He soon joins the first in an ignoble, painfull and damned embarassing death.
The last Doper, wishing to avoid the above, exclaims “I will show you how a Doper dies! I choose Kool Aid!”.
“Very well,” intones the Head Hollander, “Kool Aid it shall be.
But first…DROIT DU SEIGNEUR!”
You guys are so weird. 
That’s just because you still have your blouse on, love.
It’s my birthday today!
Does that deserve a visit from Cecil?
No-one has chanted for a while. I suppose I’d better take over until they come back.
Cecil…Cecil…Cecil…Cecil
:::: flashes boobies, offers pie and Cecil, you’re the best :::::
Call for cite.
About the pie, that is. 
(What, you thought this Cecil-seance was turning into a flirt fest? Although any thread in MPSIMS involving misstee has good odds of becoming a flirt fest, no matter what the OP.)
Oh.
Well, blame Janet Jackson. She ruined nippleage for all of us.
Thanks. My throat was beginning to hurt.
Never bothered me to sit around braless. Come to think of it, I don’t wear panties, either.
Course, my XY phenotype may have something to do with it. . . :rolleyes:
See what happeneth when the Master doth delay His coming?
Please, Cecil, please rescue Thy drooling servants from their wicked ways of mendacious moronicness. We heartily beseech Thee, do not make of us to procure another most pure virgin to sacrifice to Thine Holy Name, since they’re so damned hard to find. . .
And if that doesn’t work, we’ll resort to blackmail.
Watch it BJMoose, I run ye olde talk around these parts…
Oh sorry, my mistake.
Cecil…Cecil…Cecil…CECIL…CECIL…CECIL…
Damn you, Kim!
You know how jealous I am that Cecil insulted you and not me!