A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, but are you 100% sure you gotta do this? (*) This link will take you over to a page on the Halls of Eternal Disbelief at Newsguy. The page itself is OK - it's just a bunch of navbars including the one you maybe came in on, but if you're just going over there for the sake of idle curiosity seeking and then go wandering around, like a few fun, fun people do, you're going to run into profanity, political incorrectness, unpleasant narratives and other material which some may find offensive, as a result of your decision to put this link put in for the purposes of Webring navigability to purposes other than those for which it was intended. That having been said, are you absolutely sure that you want to keep going this way?

If you do, and then wander around, and are then offended and wish to protest, please slap yourself across the back of the head for me, because what were you expecting? I JUST TOLD YOU WHAT WAS THERE, AND DID YOU LISTEN? H*** NO! Your choice, your responsibility. By disregarding this warning, you will forfeit all right to complain to Lycos, Tripod or anybody else and be taken seriously, and I sure hope you don't think you're going to get to cry on my shoulder about it. I'm the ogre who wrote the monstrosity, so like I'd care. But I'm an honest ogre who had just laid out the facts for you, so use them or don't, but either way, let's hope people will act like adults about this. It would certainly be a nice change of pace. Wondering, as always, when the 90s will finally be over, and hoping that it will be some time before the turn of the 22nd century. "Y-y-you used bad words and made me feel bad about myself! Oppressor! Fascist! REPUBLICAN! Somebody make him stop!"

Excuse me while I puke. Yep, that did feel better. Now that you've been duly warned, would you like to keep going or do you wish to turn back?

(*) Admit it. You were waiting for some kind of John Wayne-ism somewhere on this site, and I couldn't leave you in suspense, like that. Fitting, I suppose, as the great Western star was really from Iowa, making him about as much of cowboy as I am, with the difference that I never had to deal with having a name like "Marian". "That's 'Marion', Joseph". Yeah. Try taking that one letter difference onto a school playground in front of your buddies and see how much of a difference it makes. "How's it going, Maid Marion?" What do you want to bet that before he was the fighting Kentuckian, he was the fighting Iowan? "Give me back my lunch!" "Oh, I think he's upset. Is Robyn Hood going to save you, Maid Marion?" <Splat!> and another playmate was down for the count.

Mothers are evil.