I just have to quote myself here. I put Black Sake Moan. That’s funny. Sounds like a rough night in Japan or a porno film.
Nah… that was the quote from the title song to the TV-series “Shaft”. The movie version had SLJ as John Shaft.
Looks like another spambot registering named Duapshalflara.
Who wants to kill this one?
I only saw the beginning of that, which IMO was enough.
Oh, I’ve had many a night when I “blacked” out from “sake”, “moaning” in pain. Yes, of the two possible interpretations, that’d be the bad one.
Hmm… I don’t even see it. It’s dead already, it seems.
Nope. Still registering
Oh, crap, I remember that… that’s from Robot Chicken, isn’t it? Rubbing the unicorn horn until the “Magical Unicorn Mayonnaise” comes out? Ok, I don’t feel so bad about myself anymore.
Just goes to show you, no matter how depraved and low you think you have sunk, there’s always Robot Chicken to show you that you can go a little lower. That’s why I love that show.
Ladies and gentlemen. Looks around and the ladies have run away screaming. There are no gentlemen, only deviants Alright then…since only the creepy crowd is left. We have a winner. That’s pretty worse.
Funny thing is, some of these spams we’ve been getting, if they would just bother to post them in “Straight to Gutter” thread, they would probably be considered “Not Spam”. 
Do you notice how Lady D was the last woman to leave the thread, and within 20 minutes, we are now discussing Magical Unicorn Mayonnaise and farting in White Castles? I’m so proud of us… :o
Well guys (and Lady D, if you’re still around), I’m fading fast. Time for me to call it a night. See y’all tomorrow. 
Nite, nite, Poofy. Dream of large women. And mayonnaise.
Yeah me too. See ya tommorow Poofy. Night nite. I’d tell ya to dream of unicorns but…well you know.
You too, Talos, good night. Good job. I’d most likely kill you in the morning.
Time to sleep. Oh craaap. I still gotta do what I was supposed to do b4. Well, I’m outta here. Nite DBT
Hey, isn’t it morning now? Well, it is here on the East coast. Make it by tray, please BY TRAY!!! This ones wet. And this ones wet. And this ones wet. And this ones wet. And this ones wet. And this ones wet. And this ones wet. And this ones wet. And this ones wet. And this ones wet. And this ones wet. And this ones wet. And this ones wet. And this ones wet. Oh no Mayo!
In conclusion, this has been another truly disturbing ending to what had been an only slight embarrassing beginning. In other words, as far as frak parties go, another job well done.
Good night and peace out!!!
Bwaahaaahaaa.
Death by tray it shall be. For I shall hack at you at your neck with the thin bit.