I count 5 US presidents who were commonly known by their initials: TR, FDR, JFK, LBJ and W.
Not sure about Millard Fillmore.
Oh, I can think of more than a few Presidents “MF” would fit.
Wasn’t Thomas Jefferson fondly known to his close friends as “T.J.”? As in: “Hey look, there’s T.J. hanging out with his B.F.!”
I think you’re right–his nick-name was “Tijuana.”
I have heard Jefferson High School around hereabouts referred to as “TJ”, probably because they want people to know it is not George Jefferson HS.
They weren’t the same guy?
Sometimes, the murderers themselves solve.
They write murder ballads, such as Hey Joe, Pretty Polly, and The Banks of the Ohio.
They get drunk and brag about it.
They kill somebody else with the same gun, and get caught doing that.
If you want to climb a tall tree, take along a duck or two. If you get too high to get down, just remember, “If you can’t get down from a tree, you can get down from a duck !”
^ Beyond cool!
The knights tried to storm the castle, but their efforts were feudal.
You still here?
Lumpy never leaves. He has a bed in General Questions and eats in the Pit.
It was my son’s birthday today. The first thing I said to him this morning was the prologue from Little Shop of Horrors:
On the twenty third day of the month of September
In an early year of a decade not too long before our own
The human race suddenly encountered
A deadly threat to its very existence
And this terrifying enemy surfaced, as such enemies often do
In the seemingly most innocent and unlikely of places…
I spared him the singing, though. 
I saw a real estate ad in a newspaper in the town of Widespot Bitterroots, which used the language “motivated sellers”. What the hell is that? “Oh man, I gotta get outta this three-horse town, it is dragging me to ruin! The deer trampled my garden, a bear ate my dog and my neighbor shot my truck! Someone please buy my rustic (fixer-upper) river-front (floods in April) cottage (shack) so I can move out of this quaint (hell-hole) town, back to the city (LA) where I belong.”
We are drowning in euphemism.
When I went to the cottage we had to use the euphemism all the time because there was no indoor plumbing. It had spiders, though. Many, many spiders.
As a child, I went to a rustic church camp in Texas, and the outhouse potty was filled with giant balls of Daddy-Long-Leg spiders, all tangled together. Horrifying, but not as bad as the scorpions and huge centipedes.
I may have attended that same camp! Never seen so many millipedes in one place in my entire life.
If you survived church camp, it’s because you didn’t pray hard enough.
Next time you’re in a traffic jam, think of this!
Did the Mythbusters get drunk or something?:dubious: