Actually Swiddles, the shirt offer was intended for you- (I wasn’t too clear on that, due to fatigue) since you’re the “sainter”. If you are not interested, it’s up for the taking by the first poster.
Swimming Riddles, I’ll send you chocolate chip cookies and a guitar pick if you require bribery! 
(You can’t bribe very well when the only things you do well is race-car stuff and acoustic guitar; but I make mean cookies!)
Yo! Right here!
Ok! Gunslinger has posted Dibbs! It is now up to the very nice and worthwhile (ok, so it’s a hitch-hiker’s reference- it’s part of my sainthood) Swiddles to say yea or nay on the tie-dye offer.
Swids, I never thought I’d qualify for sainthood, but by some if the new saints here I guess the standards have slipped enough.
Sanctify me, please, your Beatificness
hey, if it worked for the Catholic church, it’ll work for the church of Swiddles. Silo, I didn’t fail to notice you, darling. It’s just that you didn’t bribe me sufficently. Now, if you HOLD the fiesta in my honor, and take photographic proof of this event, I might be more swayed. Swiddlefest 2000. I like it.
I’m all about the cookies. I will ponder a proper canonization for you.
Wonk, it’s all about Gunslinger. Frankly, I think we should make the Wonko shirts the official uniform of the Dopers. Or at least of the NYC Dopers. Can you imagine us moving in a herd with those shirts on?
Now then, I’m off to inaugrate the DVD player on this ibook with 12 Monkeys. I think tomorrow, I might pick up Priscilla, Queen of the Desert and see if there is a direcor’s commentary. Hot damn!
For it has been said:
Yea, for Gunslinger will be getting the WonkoShirt, and he will have the shirt type, size and colors of his choice! For he did call Dibbs first, and before the great unwashed had called Dibbs, he did. Yea, for he is the one true Gunslinger, and let us have no other Gunslingers before him!
So it has been Written, so it shall be Done!
<soulful music fading into silence>
It ain’t limited to t-shirts Gunslinger! Send me an email with your preferred accoutriments (sp?)
WooHoo! Email on the way, Wonko!
Can owls be saints?
And what can I offer except for ridding the world of vermin?
Since this thread has staggered back to life, and I’m no saint, I was wondering if you could sanctify me, please? I can make my special brownies…
Nay, NAY I say to thee. I am the GOD of Satanic Condiments. There is (as yet) no Saint. Only Saint Swiddles may bestow the title, however (I owe her something after all those sacreligious remarks in my last post).
Uh…, might there be an opening in the Patron Saint of Water Mocassinss Dept? If so, I like to apply.
Fairy Princess Kitty said I should stop by here.
I suppose I could be the Patron Saint of Round Numbers
If it’s not too much work. I’m a little rusty with miracles, but rounding off sounds easy.
All right. I’ve held off as long as possible, and even though I disagreed with you (politely) in the cover song thread…Swiddles, please designate me! Would grovelling help?
Could you make me a saint, too? Please?
I hate people who show up on page six of these things and expect to be sainted.
Like me.
Full of self-loathing even as I type these words.
[sub]But I got over it pretty quick, too.[/sub]
Dear Swiddles,
I know I’m just a loathsome newbie here, and I’m constantly changing my sig, but if you’d condescend to canonize me, or dub me, or whatever, I’d promise to keep it in.
P.S. I make a pretty mean cookie too, but you should taste my cheesecake!
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St. Foolsguinea: Patron Saint of Those Who Need More Quotes in Their Quotes Page, But Whose Website Is Visually Interesting. Also Patron Saint of Cheetos.
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Um…you’re not allowed to saint yourself, honey. And damn you to the eternal fires of Hell for resurecting this thread.
I remember you gave me a “Patron Saint Designation,” Swiddles - at the NYC thingie. Hmm… would you have a good memory? I don’t remember what it was.