[Guess who's back, back again... She doesn't exactly sleep much, so what better to do with her free time than spend six hours looking at pictures of cats on the internet? Or maybe she is buying shoes, or drugs from a Canadian pharmacy... the world will never know because Sir Butthead is in the computer lab and it makes her stop just inside the door.]

If you say "get off my lawn" I am going to have no choice but to think you're a golem brought to life to be the caricature of a skeevy old man.

[Did you miss her?]