Our mission

Are you that special person who - weary from trudging the endless superhighways - just longs to camp next to a glorious oasis of the mind? Do you desire to explore new frontiers, splash in shared ideas, fill your belly with the refreshing fruits of inspiration, and bask in the gentle rays of fond reflection?

Well, you can fuck right off. This, my friends, is not that place. This place is... The ShadowLands.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

The trouble is...

that when you have a headline this good, the story is likely to lead to disappointment.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

30 years ago, I used to have a bottle of Chanel (for men) that did similar things. There was no doom, in that no one died, but there was gloom if I was off form in the charm stakes. Mehaul

Margo's Maid said...

The Mehaul? Woah, thanks for visiting.

Anonymous said...

I am only responding to your kind invitation. Thank you. Mehaul.

Col. Milquetoast said...

Mehaul aka Mr. 50,000.

A synthetic "chemical sex smell" : for those who want the reputation of a sexual libertine but who is too lazy to do the homework.

Anonymous said...

You nailed it Colonel. All those gorgeous girls are now grandmothers. With their own dreams. I wonder if they can remember the Chanel (for men ie). Mehaul