So this is THE PIT - people with ding dongs, woman sperm and Disneyphobia. And SUV vigilantes.
I left my bile in my gall bladder at the hospital two years ago. Let me think for awhile, I’ll find something to really piss me off.
Geez, nearly a page into this, and nobody’s brought up:
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
Won’t you play with my ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
Wont’ you play with my ding-a-ling
There. That oughta drive people screaming from this thread. 
Manhattan may be a ding-dong.
Manhattan might have a ding-dong.
But is he a Ding Dong Daddy?
The SDMB may never know.
I’m waiting for the musical to hit Broadway. And I thought “Dance of the Vampires” * sucked. *
Whadda want for nothing, a rubber biscuit?
Now stop that or I’m going to sic Wonder Chick and Flasher on you.
UncleBeer, I am sick to death of you trying to cash in on your “feminine side”. You’re getting pitted. See… UncleBeer is chopped liver
Sure he has a ding dong… but has it been opened or is it still in it’s original “wrapper”?
[/The Ghost of JDT]
What’s that? Opalcat making Cranky? I’d pay to see that!