I won’t attempt to adjust my tinfoil hat. Instead, I’ll push the antennae further down on my head so people won’t notice I’m different. you see, I’m really the goddess from under the sea, City of Atlantis, zip code, 00001.

I love gawker. Trust them to publish that. Heh!

Alrighty then!!! I will never refer to you otherwise!! Poobah. I like it!!

I saw the shadows falling at odd angles in that second picture.

I say science is DEADDEADDEAD! :lightshaironfire:

And now, I must practice not breathing again, so I may be passed ou…tied up for a bit. Nite all.

And passing gas is just our instinctual attempt to propel ourselves through space.

I prefer “Poobah” because it contains the words “Poo” and “Bah”, which sum up my religious aspirations.

That explains why our intestines are all coiled up and stuffed in our abdominal region like a garden hose. In our original design, we didn’t need all that tubing!
No WONDER we get cramps!

Great post exeye. May I call you my pastor, priest, rabbi or whatever other names there are for religious leaders? Just tell me which one you prefer!!