Read the thread and your questions will be answered. She had a toilet in her car due to her thinking that public restrooms were too dirty. buut a lot of us think that it's because Amy can't fit in a public bathroom stall.
I love you, @Omega Man.So this is very late in coming, but I hope my tardiness will be forgiven.
Dear Phil Collins:
I am writing you this missive in a humble hat-in-my-hands attempt to beg your forgiveness. A few pages back on this most excellent thread, I am afraid I sullied your name. I disparaged you. I said something along the lines (in my drunken bravado) of, "Phil Collns sucks donkeys off for nickels, and Peter Gabriel is the second coming of Christ." Or somesuch. It's immaterial at this point. Just like Benghazi.
But the salience here is that I was wrong. In a Youtube deep-dive, I watched a vidya of you and the boys (yes, even a young long-haired Peter Gabriel, recording a song for your prog-rock/glam fandango/first book of the bible band), and it was excellent. You were a hairy, wife-beater t-shirt wearing motherfucker, and you were beating the skins of those drums like Keith Moon himself. Respect. I was not wholly aware of this incarnation of your essence, because, let's be honest; while I am an old man, you are older. Abacab was all the rage when I was in high school, and you were probably an old fuck even then. So as it were, while I do not feel you are "Genesis," I must admit that you are an essential component to the evolution of rock and roll. Putting that "Illegal Alien" bulshit to the side. I reckon you're right though. I'ts probably "not too much fun."
Now, to get back on track, and make this thread-relevant: In regards to Aymee Rambalang and all of her grifts and cornucopia of excuses --
I don't care anymore. I just don't care anymore. No no.
Steve French, OBE
O Lord the catching up. It's hard on a fellow. It does make one question his purpose and motivations, and more importantly, the use of his finite allotment. However, after viewing the last slew of vidyas, and more importantly, consuming the delectable reecaps from that everso captivating and clever Strorbry, beautiful wordsmith that they may be, I find myself at this bit of Blake. A bit that I may have slightly altered for my own nefarious purpses. It is from "The Tyger."
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did He smile upon Aymee?
Did he who made the lamb make she?
Indeed. Did he? I for one hope not. But then again, He also made ticks and mosquitoes and fucking rats, so I guess the answer is probably yes.
Lol. Just imagine how you'll react when you realize that the Septic Shuttlebus to Costco is like, the least revolting thing about this planet-sized space donkey.