Rand Simberg ) wrote:
: On Fri, 17 Mar 2006 11:40:34 -0500, in a place far, far away, "I"
: made the phosphor on my monitor glow in
: such a way as to indicate that:

: "Brad Guth" screamed:
:
: Is this the very best Usnet ****ology that your incest buttology can
: muster?
:
: Hmmm, with Brad's limited vocabulary, can you imagine what it must be like at the Guth household?.....
:
: "Dinner is ready, dear! Are you coming?"
:
: "NO! I have to tell off these brown-nosed minions of ****ology!"
:
: "Um, that's nice dear... but your dinner is getting cold..."
:
: "Dammit woman, I smell butt cheeks... are you part of their spookologist conspiracy now?"
:
: "No dear, we're having pork chops, your favorite!"
:
: "Don't naysay me woman! I wrote the book on buttology! I smell crapola!"
:
: "No dear, I just burnt the biscuits a little. Dear, did you take your meds today?"
:
: "Don't give me that third-reich MIB crapola! Just slide my dinner under the door!"
:
: "O.k., honey... by the way, what would you like for breakfast in the morning?"
:
: "Scrappola! With two incest-cloned eggs, conspiracy-side-up!!!!"

: Actually, I can see the makings of a hit sitcom here.

: "That's My Brad"

That or "Guthology" or "The World According to Guth".