There was a time in my life when I seriously considered entering the Nun-hood. Not that I'm a particularly religious person - I just thought the uniforms looked kind of cool and that one that flew was pretty cute. Now that I'm more serious with my life, I have decided to shove a potato in my pants and become a DickTater. I will be a kind and caring Tater, but I will be ruthless and wise and control all the beer and all the Jamison's Irish Whiskey. I will have a servant who holds my remote control so I never lose it again. I'm not sure how comfortable a potato will be in my pants (and I'm not sure how comfortable I'll be either) but I must go where my destiny takes me!!!!

Crater Sweeper

Tugging on Superman's Cape Pissing into the wind Pulling the mask off the old Lone Ranger (not his finger, mind you) And, uh.....I don't remember what else......