Either no Lead Guitar or a possible pregnancy risk?!?
My username came from a dream I had where I wrote a children’s book about an 8 year old boy that never aged named Nars Glinley. If I actually turned into that, I think it would suck.
Don’t forget all of the monologues you get to make describing your evil plot and the plans you have for disposing of the hero. 
And some sharks with FRICKIN’ LASERS on their heads.
Hurrah! You called? strikes suitably heroic pose
Wait…what?!?
Feck
I now have a gotee.
;-)}
Hey now no one said you couldn’t rise above your name. For your educational purposes!
I like this part:
She lived in these parts, she was a big old girl
Miss Annie, what a wonder
Three hundred pounds and six foot eight, in her bare feet
Annie Christmas
She could drink and she could fight, she had a curly black moustache
She was famous, on the river
Not so crazy about the rest
You know it. You bring the cakes and I’ll bring the smurfberry ale and we’ll go watch Smurfette “exercise” on the smurfer pole.
If I knew this was going to happen, I would have picked Judan.
Regards,
Shodan
Pretty screwed, but children would be crying over me.
I’m funky!
Royally screwed.
I’ll be minding my own business, not doing much, frankly way back here in time there are not many others to chat with. It is all a bit dull really.
I could do all right if I’m not a stray. Except getting coffee would be a bitch. And that neutering thing.
I would have millions of faces all over the world, and a large nose.
Sidenote: Yay! My first post! I have been ghosting y’all for a while…
I would have had a grand old time but, having been been introduced to the world in 1916 as a lady of a certain age, I will have been a rather dead cat (not THE Dead Cat) since the '20s.
If I was right back then, though, and I’ve been reincarnated, I believe I’d still be hanging around Old Slip–but lounging in one of the high-priced apartments carved out of the old South Street Seaport neighborhood, with organic cat food and the latest in laser toys. I’d probably also be neutered like Coffeecat. 
but wotthehell wotthehell, toujours gai 
I’m easy to find in a crowd
Well, my son, who originally said it, would say no change. But he’s a teenager, so what does he know? I think I’d have to be, at a minimum, 30 years older than I am to do justice to the name.
But some days, after dealing with him and his siblings and their bratty friends all day, I might have to agree with him.