I live in Buffalo, NY - the place that invented the grain elevator, windshield wipers, air conditioners, chicken wings, and the electric chair among other things. The weather is a bit cloudy and the temperature is a mild 79 degrees Farenheit. As I type this I'm being amused by the histrionics of Lois Gibbs on the radio trying to keep Love Canal fresh in everyone's minds.

If you stick around you'll find that I'm an equal opportunity offender and that my posts are very much reminiscent of Archie Bunker.

Leviathon during his time here was a nice kid but, sadly, very naive in his views. Someday, though, he'll grow up and realize that teenagers should be seen and not heard.

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A panda walks into a cafe. He orders a sandwich, eats it, then draws a gun and fires two shots in the air.

"Why?" asks the confused waiter, as the panda makes toward the exit. The panda produces a badly punctuated wildlife manual and tosses it over his shoulder.

"I'm a panda," he says at the door. "Look it up."

The waiter turns to the relevant entry and, sure enough, finds an explanation.

"Panda. Large black-and-white bear-like mammal, native to China. Eats, shoots and leaves."