I roomed with two guys who were exceptionally hairy and wore big beards, plus their hair (on their heads) was very curly and black.  The soap looked like a hampster, prickly black tumbleweeds rolled through the living room and often I would find pube-like hairs on the wall at eye level. People in conversation would sometimes pause to pick a short-and-curly off my shirt.

JL, purchase a very strong vacuum when you are a mother, because yours will put these guys to shame.

What's to make fun of?  That's outstanding!  I have never seen nor smelled a moon flower, though I have always wanted to.  I've been working toward thinning out a grove of trees at the edge of my property and turning part into a garden.  I reclaimed a 20-foot diameter circle of land from a monsterously overgrown forsythia bush (pretty and smelled good, though), trimming it down to only a foot-and-a-half diameter and 1 foot tall. Now I'm waiting for my clematis to sprout and grow up the thin trees; they're a lovely flowering plant and smell wonderful.

I think that's all I can bring to this conversation before it swings to Sights.

Last year I gave my husband one with a picture of a plastic dinosaur biting a little boy's nose.  It was adorable.

I have used that card about six times now, for everything from birthdays to Father's Day to wedding congratulations. I've yet to use it for a funeral, but I'm patient.

My girlfriend's like that too, she smells everything. If I wear cologne she'll keep sniffing me, whether we're at home or dinner or driving or shopping. She's 16 inches shorter than me and barely comes up to my shoulder, so there's no telling when she'll just turn and huff my chest.

And this is why I no longer wear cologne.

Please tell me you mean the MST3K version of Manos: The Hands of Fate.

(Aside: I once saw a car with plates that said TORGO. That was hilarious)

When I happened across the Manos Diner in Elmira, New York, I crowed my delight as I whipped into a u-turn.  No Torgo, though, everyone was pretty average. Food was pretty good, too.

The trip later to the restroom--not so good.

I'm going with

Blazing Saddles
Safe Men
The Goonies
Ghostbusters
It's a Wonderful Life
Young Frankenstein
Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid

Has anyone read the stuff Onstad wrote for his college humor magazine?  The letter to the greeting card industry is very similar to that.  

A while ago someone posted a link in the old message board; I have no idea now what it was.