Why, why, why, why, why, oh why?: Why am I the only one who had been awarded by Dean?

I think some have got awards from Dean.

Lozzy got her bear from Dean.



Means you're special, kiddo!

(Or that John was too damn lazy to give you one himself)

Huh? Hmm... Thanks for reminding me about this. I thought something of a minuscule financial but significant sentimental value was forthcoming. I guess it's held up. To quote myself, maybe it's only part-way here:

Punishing the Miscreant

Anyway, I certainly don't want to sound unthankful and not say "thanks", and neither do I want to say anything like "what the 'ell is keeping you? If it's something edible, I'm getting hungry. If it's something to wear, I'm getting cold. If it's something to spit into, I've got a lot saved up. If it's something to read, I hope it's not like a year's subscription to a magazine my sister got me, where the font was so small I had to use a magnifying glass so I just looked at the pictures. (And it was a natural science magazine, not the other kind!) And if it's something for the cats, I have three of 'em waiting for it and they're clawing my furniture in anticipation, so hurry up!"

How is it that Cass doesn't have an award?

No, I know what it is.

After Dean asked for my address I got a word in about my scripts that I thought "the boss" might like to read. You know the ones.

Anyway, maybe this annoyed him...

"Oh, that's the guy... well I don't want him to win anything!!! Instead I'll send the prize to the Swat Valley in the wildest frontiers of Pakistan, where there's some underprivileged kid standing in a food line, holes in his socks, if he has any, a dog to the left barfing in the street, splattering gruel on the right from some woman at a booth making goat stew, American Predator drones flying past searching for bin Laden, wild bargaining going on up ahead over some old beat-up carpet that a vendor's trying to sell for $50 that he bought the day before for $5, and lastly a meat-cleaver wielding guy chasing about a dozen chickens that escaped from the bird bazaar!"

Either that, or my neighbour absconded with it, whatever the prize was, when it was dropped into my mailbox!

ha har ha

Yeah Cass, explain that
Did your neighbor rob Mrs. Thing too?

actually i dunno how long it was...

about 4.

She's old

englishcad would be cooler if cad spoke for himself

Try as I might, I couldn't make out what was written on the box on the floor behind the stiletto girl.

Her bustier is too tight--makes the boobs look deformed.

The small print on Bob Dole's pic says, "If Americans knew that Bob Dole drops a 'blue bomber' three times a week and knocks boots with Liddy for a solid hour, they would have elected Bob Dole President! Don't miss your opportunity to make history. Order a big supply of Viagra today and stand up for what you believe in!"

VIAGRA: America's Favorite Dick Medicine

It looks like a wine case, to me.

I reckon it's a dead cat.