Why you little green alien warthog you. I oughta squash you like a bug. They let anybody and anything post in here now. It ain't like the good old days when there weren't no pesky aliens in here. I blame that crazy niece of mine. She was ok til she run off to New York and married that no account. I just hope my Everett (God rest his soul) don't know what I know.

I find it very interesting that this Faithfulkisses woman from over in NW Arkansas is so interested in nudity. Notice that she seems to be pretending that this thread is some type of official administration-approved survey which was supposedly designed to determine if excessive nudity is common among Fool Moon users and members. Obviously this is simply a ploy to create a pseudo-discussion with no real purpose other than to satisfy this suspicious woman's obsession with nudity. It won't work.

First there was the imaginary serial killer who allegedly lived across the street from her, and now this bogus nudity survey. Someone needs to look into this situation as this is a family value website and we are all family are we not?

Mamma Jean, is there something you can do about a certain anonymous entity who keeps sending me nude photos of itself to be entered in the Miss Fool Moon beauty contest. I am no longer affiliated with the Miss Fool Moon Beauty Pageant and talent competition in any capacity and have no use for such imagery. I think her name is Bertha somebody.

I'm naked and I have fallen and I can't get up! Help!

That's what happens to women who drink too many Happy Hour beers at one of those redneck bars in Springdale, Arkansas, and then falls off the bar stool and wallows around in the sawdust and peanut shells for 30 minutes hoping some stud chicken farmer helps her up and into his Dodge Ram diesel truck, the one with the longhorn steer horns for a hood ornament and the chromed bull balls hanging from under the rear bumper.

Yeah, it was true love alright. Big Bertha and "Buster" driving down old scenic Highway 71 headed for the Boston Mountains and Lover's Point. Don't forget to stop for a cold Mountain Dew and some barbecue pigskins yaw'll. Suuuuuuu-eeeeeee!

Hey Wakey, poopyhead!

Have you been spying on me? I will have you know, his truck was a Ford! Dorkola! And I don't wallow in anything, I crawl!!! So nana nana boo burp!

Please learn some measure of self control and internet etiquette, and don't send me any more nude pictures of yourself posing with your Beanie Baby collection, ok? I am not interested in having a relationship with you or your sister Darlene.