Introducing MnFC-dear-god-lets-hope-it's-just-1. Money For Cat De- Genitaling Lost Hope nI Jerkass O(I can't think of a word that starts with O to convey my hatred for the jerks next door who have failed in their Bob Barker instilled duty to fix their FUCKING HORNY AND INSATIABLE barbed-cocked bastards of cats. Seriously evolution, did you just throw felines together from razor wire and clowns on barbituates, or have you been against us from the start?)

For those of you with no intuitive abilities, the Mn stands for Mnemonic.

[A moment of silence for that thing I used to call my brain, now named Gooey Pile of Sludge from the Sydney Tar Ponds.]

Send us your "Blixco Brazenly Rapes Openly Yearling Goats, Before Vomiting on iGrrrl and Webwench." and your "Orgasmic Orthodontists  Occasionally Anaesthetize For Anally  Gratuitous Violations Against Humanity."

If you feel the need to screw with your fellow Husi-vegan-loving-hippies, you should probably forget to explain what it is mnemonic-al-ly-ing.

At any rate, this has gone on far to long. I am a little sick at the thought that I came up with this idea. Worse, that I actually spent this long typing it up instead of working on my obviously deficient survival skills.

Send us your Mnemonics! Send us your daughters! Send us your booze because the liquor store here is closed until 11am! Fucking Cape Breton Luddites (tried to find a link but google has failed to cache their website)!

Post Script:

I shoulda gone to bed when I got off the phone with calla and ammo.

Post Post Script:

See how long we can keep going! Send us your phone numbers and be amazed at our lack of...I can't remember what I was planning to have a lack of."