If I were Roman, and had some cool stuff on that consisted of sexy sandals and an even sexier leather skirt I call armor and an overly elaborate chest plate with a symbol on it that looked vaguely like a Whitesnake albumn cover I’d salute you old school style – in other words I’d smash my fist against my chest and utter something gutteral like “GRONK SMASH PRETTY FACE!”

WTF is Thraxxus going on about? You! You the reader! Last I checked, which was like 92.7 seconds ago – but really who is counting – we had 20+ consistant readers! Given that there are really only four writers for this site that actually show up and add anything, the other three clearly being trapped under something heavy, like their spouses, one can do the simple math and conclude that people other than us ACTUALLY VISIT THIS SITE!

I’d like to start off by thanking the little people – the Smurfs. If not for their wonderfully George Bush meets George Orwell outlook on life I know that GlazedNConfused wouldn’t be here today to entertain all of you with his snarky snarkiness from snarktown. The guy has the entire Smurf series not only on DVD but has also memorized said collection and has dressed up for and modelled in a Smurfs in real life photo shoot. In short, it was awesome.

Me? The only reason I am here is other less sophisticated cartoons like Voltron, Robotech, The Transformers (the Original where Megatron smoked fools just for them even thinking about possibly being smoked to begin with), and of course My Little Pony. God I love My Little Pony. I even dress up as one and run around my back yard prancing and… TMI?

Thanks. Come again.