I have to waterdown my posts to ultra-dull lest it's 48. Even the slightest hint of humor - let alone sarcasm or anything snide - can get me a time out. Or I'll even go back and delete stuff after a few, just in case some snark leaked in.
Which is kind of funny because that's actually why I comment, not to convince the world how amazingly right I am about everything and how everyone should follow my gloriously illustrious lead, but to have some fun with it all, even if it's just some (at times literally) fartsy play with words.
One of my tag lines used to be, "1001 ways to say anal." And yes, back before all the timer bs, I did quite a bit of reaming with my sledgehammer-powered nutsack. I used to Goatsie the bejesus out of many a rectal orifice in these hallowed halls, sans lube, natch, but anybody with half an operating brain cell could tell it was done with something of a smirk, and that it really was all good fun. Ok, it was icky at times, but it was still fun. And good-ish. Usually.
