To the f*cker that stole my ICQ number,

You thought you were clever. You thought you had some kind of 'leet talent. You thought you were sooo cool for being able to steal a couple of ICQ numbers and get away with it. Well you were wrong. You were sloppy. You forgot to cover your tracks, and now you're back at square one. Watch your back, bub.

May a thousand Klingon drednaughts obliterate your outhouse.

Mikey.

Apparently, little girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice. Well then, riddle me this... Why do most people after tasting something rather spicey make a face and say "That's bloody terrible!". My take on it is that while girls may contain a lot of nice things (the word 'boobies' springs to mind) theres still that little bit that leaves a bad taste in your mouth, and makes you think "Well, that's just not right.".

More to the fact, I was actually led to believe that little girls were made from blood, bone, sinew and other organic materials. At least this was the case the last time I cut one open... Just joking folks... Get over it!. A far cry from the sweetners and condiments of the afformentioned nursery rhyme.

And what of little boys? They appear to be some kind of hybrid creation being pieced together from slugs, snails and puppy dog's tails. Who's making these little boys? I imagine that there's some mad professor out there performing bizzare experiments, hence populating the world with tiny male humans... Ummm... either that or they come about as a result of their parents having sex... whatever...