Words fail me.

"Freud of Borg: Resistance is not futile, but it's an unwillingness to bring repressed feelings into conscious awareness."

Later, I'll explain to you the meaning of the phrase "Freudian slurp". Be afraid. Be very, very afraid.

I (heart) #callahans

This, dear friends, is what I promised earlier:

* @DocWebstr falls over, helpless with laughter over something he just said on the phone to Herself.
<@DocWebstr> See, one of her CDs has been lost for a while, now - Loreen McKennit's "Book Of Secrets". I just found it, and called to tell her so.
<@DocWebstr> Well..
<@DocWebstr> In my sleep befuddled state, I referred to it as Lorena Bobbitt's "Book Of Secrets".
<@DocWebstr> It gets better - Ranada comes back "What the hell would she release as a CD - chopping noises?"
<@shaper> LOL...Doc, that's a great underground classic.
<@DocWebstr> shaper - Yah. ;)
<@DocWebstr> Well, when the whole Bobbitt fiasco went down (uh... so to speak) I forget-which-program-it-was mentioned how they managed to retrieve said member.
<@DocWebstr> They found it in a field across the road from a 7-11, see..
<@DocWebstr> Well, they *wanted* to put the thing on ice to get it back to the hospital.
<@DocWebstr> Problem.
<@DocWebstr> This was in the middle of the summer and the 7-11 was out of ice.
<@DocWebstr> Except for..
<@DocWebstr> Slushies.
* @DocWebstr starts giggling again... Sooooo they plopped Mr. Happy into a grape slushie and hied them to the hospital.
<@DocWebstr> Now..
<@DocWebstr> Want to take a wild guess as to what I was drinking at that exact instant when I heard this story?
<@DocWebstr> To this day, I can't drink a grape slushie.

To which Shadowcat responded..

<@shadowcat> freudian slurp?