Every time I see the woman who got the face transplant, I think of upside-down face puppetry.
She needs a pet fish.
twicks, want company for the trip?
You know, this may sound a bit odd, but I’ve had the exact same feeling. I’m definitely heading there, between this and my annual death pool lists…
I don’t want to see another picture of the face transplant lady. I really don’t.
Good lord, what the hell is that?
It’s a fish that recieved a face transplant after being horribly mauled by a shark.
(Are there any seats left on the next train to Hell, Twicks?)
It’s a blobfish. (I know, sounds like a Bill Engval joke.)
Google search for more than you’ll ever want to know.
I think of Weird Al Yankovic’s “Fat” video. Is there room on your hell bus for me?
Whaddya say – Infernal Dopefest, anyone?
Let’s do it at Dante’s 3rd Circle Bar and Grill!
I’ll be on the bus with you for laughing out loud at this song by Paul and Storm.
But I’m not worried. I have one of these.
Actually, I do too – someone (and, alas, I don’t remember who) gave me one … at a Dopefest a few years ago. 
I still carry it in my wallet. Just in case.
how many noughts are there in a ‘bajillion’?
Me, probably. I hand them out a lot.
Yeah, I think that’s right. The dinner at the Chili’s on City Line? It was Airman Doors’s birthday? Anyway – thanks again for it – it does come in handy at times like this! 