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Coevad gave up a promising career in the Metropolitan Opera because Great White needed a new pyro display technician. That worked out well.

Pope Jim is so jealous that he was unable to lip sync for Beyonce at the innaguration that he plans on stepping in at the Superbowl...

Plook appeared on The Price Is Right last week. He was the last person to get called down to contestant's row. When Drew asked him to make a bid (on a beautiful cocktail dress), Plook said: "Can I buy a vowel, Alex?"

Pope Jim's secret plan to enter the Vatican into the Eurovision song contest with a choir of castrati is under consideration by the European Court for Human Rights.

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The more I learn, the less I know.

Capath's nickname is "Teeth."

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Plastic people. Oh baby now. You're such a drag.

Ronald Noomies has been missing from posting because he is a sort of modern Rip Van Winkle, he just woke unp from a nap shaved a fairly extensive beared and rushed back to his favorit pass time, posting on the Forum...

Plook's deepest, darkest secret desire, the one he keeps locked in his top secret vault beneath the sacred recipe books and the Alfa Romeo commercial fondue bubbler in his not-so-secret basement, is to rest his eyes on Ronnie's enormous noomies. Sometimes he dares to dream of anointing them in Wesson oil, because Plook has Wessonality.

Pope Jim is sometimes scary...

Plook is afraid of rabbits.

Pope Jim just got roundhoused upside the head from me because he didn't even see it coming!

Tiboudre busted his knuckles against the Skull of Steel. Now he can't masturbate effectively.

Pope Jim moved just in time, so when the punch landed, it actually hit the head of the Roto-plooker 4000 that he was attached to. "Thanks Tib" cried Jim. "It's much tighter now"

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ahhh...something to savor

Coevad did not get the service pack 3 for his Roto-plooker 4000. Now he has to deal with a machine that have the tendency to slash nuts while in contact of human saliva.

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Keep the great work!

ZutboF intentionally made the service pack 3 an upgrade when marketed the Roto-plooker 4000 in an effort to increase revenue, now he has a class action lawsuit form casterated customers...

Plook was spayed or neutered (we're not sure which) years before the invention of the Roto-plooker 4000. It really cheeses him off that he can't get in on that class action lawsuit.

Pope Jim is upset he can't join the class action suit due to his religious status, since Eunuchs were excluded...

Plook resorts to a childish refrain of "I know you are, but what am I?" And since that's true, let me think a moment here...
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OK. The man-eating rabbit jumped out of the "Monty Python and The Holy Grail" movie and took a bloody chunk out of Plook's ass. He has since had to switch his wallet to the other pocket to maintain equilibrium.

Pope Jim excommunicated himself, but lives to tell the tale.

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Everytime we picked a booger we'd flip it on this one winduh. Every night we'd contribute, 2, 3, 4 boogers. We had to use a putty knife, man, to get them damn things off the winduh. There was some goober ones that weren't even hard...

Ronny's Noomies rescued him from the Inquisition...

Plookstar, the world's finest lethargy drink, can now be found at a 7-11 near you. Make your next fondue fiesta a memorably decadent one. Buy a twelve-pack of Plookstar today! For a limited time only, tell them Pope Jim sent you and get a free pass on the seventh deadly sin of your choice.

Pope Jim is really diversifying the Papal portfolio...

Plook considered moving to Avignon and becoming an anti-Pope, but the bottom has dropped out of the secret basement market in France, so he changed tack and is now concentrating on his Fondue Space Center. Invitations to alien cultures throughout the universe have been issued. He eagerly awaits his first reply.

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The more I learn, the less I know.

Caputh is certian no self respecting alien would be caught anywhere in the cosmos with out a Fondue, thus he has decided where to invest his vast holdings...

Plook heard back from his first alien culture today. It came from out of something Gary the Blunder Dog coughed up. Exobiologists and gastroenterologists haven't determined what it is yet. It's impossible to make sense of what it's saying or to shut it up. The Dept. of Homeland Security has sequestered Plook's increasingly non-secret basement. Fondue production has been curtailed for the duration of the emergency and Plookstar stocks are already plummeting. Disaster lurks. Excelsior!

Pope Jim's diabolic plan to have the only active not so secret basement and fondue destination is developing as planned...