Thy oil and thy crankcase, they comfort me

Why are my favorite athletes daft? Sigh, Deion is a nut.

It's all a problem of pronunciation.
It was not Jesus who told him to pay 1.5k, but his friend Jesús Hernández, who repairs torn down Lincolns in a nearby junkyard.

If Jesus is into account adjustment, I wish he'd take a look at the butcher's bill in the Middle East.

I'm thinking that Jesus would have had to put it in writing for it to hold up in court...

Your Honor, I'd like to enter these stone tablets into the record as Exhibits Aleph and Beth, please.

I am the Lord Thy God, thou shalt have no false mechanics before thee . . .

I think Deion should keep in mind that Jesus did mention Caesar, but he said nothing at all, at least in writing, about mechanics.

Sure he did . . . "by their works ye shall know them . . . "

Ain'tcha ever heard of the miracle of the loaves and carburetors, Craven?

I resent your undying wish to bring flatulence into every conversation patio.

Actually, I plan for that to be my dying wish. But thanks for the heads up.

Well, of course, at a certain point, all corpses release the bodily fluids and gases . . . so, you'll get yer wish, Peppermintpatiodog . . .

Ashes to ashes, gas to gas.

But really, it weren't me what started it. I mentioned a device that aerates gasoline, and Craven turned it around, so to speak.

You'll have that with CdK . . . keep a good grip on yer wallet, PD, if ever he runs for office . . .

By the by, inasmuch as the word "oil" begins with a vowell, proper usage of the second person singular would be thine oil . . .

If i see any other nits, i'll be sure to pick those, as well . . .

How primately sociable of you.

heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee . . .

intragroup grooming is verra important . . .

Well, I figured oil would be a lil nicer than, uh, gas.

I'll make a note of the thine thingie (that's tough to say - the thine thingie).

I see we are all at the proper level of humor, involving the removal of insect protein from one another and the release of methane into the atmosphere.

In keeping with the high intellectual tone of this topic, anyone want to venture a guess as to when science will begin harnessing flatulence for some sort of practical purpose (other than the obvious, to send home the guests who just won't leave)? I have a futuristic notion in this area. I mean, whaddaya think fuels the Jetsons' jet packs, anyway?

New Zealand attempted to impose a tax on cattle and sheep flatulence. don't know what the outcome of that was.