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God, I sure do love Lionel Richie.

Lots of posts over the past few days, and I really want to reply to some of them, so here goes:

*I wanna say "wassup" to Papa Possum, patriarch of Clan Possum and D-Dog supreme. Glad to have you aboard. Sorry to have traumatized Ma Possum so, but, as you well know, I speak the vernacular of the street, which can be rather coarse at times. What street, you may ask? Why, the Street of Tough Times, of course, on which is located the School of Hard Knocks, right next door to the Convenience Store of Minor Inconvenience and the Do-It-Yourself Car Wash of Somewhat Painful Paper Cuts.

*Hello and welcome, too, to Big Daddy Stoner (Captain Baldy), my adopted cousin and extremely patient guy. You are one hairy mo-fo, but I love you. In a totally non-gay way. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

*Eve, glad to hear from you. I don't know who you are, but based on the information you provide about yourself on your blog, I'm pretty sure you could kick my ass. Probably not too many sci-fi/ fantasy-loving, fitness-instructing, heavy-metal-rocking moms in OK. Much respek, booyakasha.

*Sis, Stoner, and Mouse: Chill out about the pic. It's not so bad. So what if Cookie's flashing gang signs and Kel has moss growing from her face? Eve likes the photo, so it can't be all that bad.

*Stephen. You are one pretty man.