I didn't. Works for me, though.

I hope both my cats die before I do. I hate to think of them orphaned and shipped off to the pound to be first forced into a tiny cage and terrified, then "euthanized" which is just a pretty word for killed. Yeah, I'm in a morbid mood tonight.

I have loads of hopes - but the one that comes readily to mind this morning is that I hope John Boehner chokes on a pretzel. An expensive, exclusive, Wall-street pretzel.

Maybe a soft, gooey, highly-likely to embolize pretzel.

Or caviar. He could choke on caviar. Whatever.

The point is that he choke.

He should choke on Sheldon's cock.

that is a perfectly wonderful idea!

Sheldon, we'll need pics.

har.

Would Sheldon be the oehner of the doehner boehner?