cab crack wet (definately my next screen name)
cab tack crew
cab cat wreck
cab act wreck
back cat crew
back act crew
crab wack etc
cab crack wet
cab wet crack
wet cab crack
wet crack cab
crack cab wet
crack wet cab
hmm …
Deter Tit Loss . Always important. 
Also, Elder Tit Toss . I guess I’m a fan of boobs. 
For my user name, there is only “auk hop”, which I can live with. However, for my IRL name, “I absorb horn.” :dubious:
Well, I do my best.
A word to the wise - never have a username with the letters p, e, i, n, and s, and try and use a anagram generator.
My list includes:
- Penis frang
- Spanner fig
- Ensign Frap (Reporting, sah!)
- Pangs Infer
- Finer pangs
- Snap finger
- Fingersnap
- Gap snnifer
For the IRL name, its ‘A Planarian Kirk’.
Honestly, though, I’d prefer a spock if no one minds.
Narc War On!
W00t
Han Joan
This is obviously a reference to Joan Chen (The Last Emperor, Twin Peaks), who is ethnically Han Chinese. Only one degree of separation from me to Joan Chen. I went to library school with a Chinese woman who had been Joan Chen’s roommate when they were undergraduates in Shanghai.
These anagrams are uncanny. :o
Before this meets the zombie lockdown (what is it with my old threads coming back to life lately??), I’ll just link over to this more recent thread on the topic.
Never mind…I think I just answered my own question. I’m guessing it stems from this post.
Smithers! Who is this roshia girl?
She’s a ho, Sir.
:(:(
Here, don’t feel bad. Eat some quiche!
A seasonal recipe:
Fry the elf with hep beans!
An avid fisher-person, I looked forward to a trip to Quebec. There were Walleye and Northern Pike waiting to be caught in lovely Lake Otanabi! Though it was a 17-hour drive, I anticipated with delight the first opportunity to put a bait on. Huge walleye! Huge pike!
I knew that pike, with their sharp teeth, are dangerous creatures. If you get one into a boat, you’d better be prepared to “write an obit, a good one”, as my father used to say. He meant you need to kill it quickly, or it would thrash around and hurt someone. A baton, I figured, would be ideal. No, a bat, I thought. Conk it on the head. So I’d shopped carefully. I’d even bought a tan obi, **at an obi ** store, because I wanted something to wrap around my neck on those frigid Canadian mornings. “It ain’t about fashion, I ain’t above looking silly,” I thought.
Little did I know how stupid that decision was, for alas, the trip was destined to end in pain and degradation.
Early the first morning I got ready to go. I had my warm clothes on, hat, jacket, gloves, and I wrapped the obi around my neck. It looked like a boa, tan, I recall.
Only when I stood up and threw my first cast did I find that a **boa ain’t ** safe to have around your neck. The fishing reel caught on the boa, the boa choked me, and I lost my balance. The boat rocked. I sat down hard. I bruised my butt **on a bat ** I had ready nearby. But worse, I sat on a bait, a bait no one had stowed. Not just any lure, **no a bait ** with 3 treble hooks. Disaster! Screams of pain! And the humiliation… My friends had to drive me 30 miles to the nearest hospital, all the while I tried to keep my butt in the air, so as not to push the hooks in deeper. Then, just try to explain to a French-speaking nurse how I sat on a bait, and why I had **a tan obi ** tangled with a fishing reel around my neck. At least my friends were amused.
Three hours and 40 stitches in my tender arse later, I realized that I was doomed to spend the rest of the week face down on a cot in the cabin. No walleye, no pike, no lovely Lake Otanabi.
(**Otanabi ** really is a lovely lake in western Quebec)
Had I known this thread would appear before I registered, I may have given more thought to my username. I got nothing.
Sob. My name is anagram-proof.
Unless “fronk” is a word . . .
When arranging your forks, what comes between Fork M and Fork O?
A demon, Hi!
And the answer to the eternal question: What does a former Redsox shortstop do when he is introduced to that demon?
Noma hide!
I’m so lame.