Yet, precious few Planeteers have acknowledged this accomplishment which, for me, is heart-breaking and ague-inducing. It makes a guy want to fart even louder than usual.
All Planeteers should recognize the amount of mojo one has to cultivate in order to pull something like this off. I mean, I have candles here ... crystal globe things ... black mirrors with a lady inside ... several Catholic shaky-things that make smoke ... and a Philip Rivers voodoo doll that looks like it was salvaged from an ogre's dirty clothes hamper after a two-week stint at Fiendish Brute Summer Camp.
Even Cam Erwin (or whatever his name is) gets a high-five once in a while.
FAX THE TRIES SO HARD YET REMAINS SO ALONE
I appreciate your fantastic taste in music, and I'm glad you're back!! [Reply]
FAX was sent to us by the ancients to create our gameday threads, and resolve that 'indian burial mound under Arrowhead' thing that keeps haunting us. [Reply]
It's almost time for the ChiefsPlanet eunuchs and virgins to retrieve the golden keyboard from the top of Mount Arrowhead for Mr. FAX to do his duty. Hopefully those attending closely to Mr. FAX are preparing the red and gold ephod and the BBQ smoke censer. The hour draws near. [Reply]
