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Only 43 miles? The way this ought to be handled, so as to minimize the inconvenience to guests (what do you call piling into a shuttle bus to be carted 43 miles away but a major inconvenience?), is to tether the front and the back of the cruise ship (fore and aft, to the uninitiated) to a dirigible. Strap the middle of the ship to the dirigible too, for good measure. The entire ensemble floats gently from Orlando to Port Canaveral and deposits the cruise ship into the Atlantic Ocean, while the band is struck up and plays some suitably mood-elevating music. Et voila!

By the looks of him we've got a veritable tour de force of creativity. Well...... maybe it's just the beard that creates the impression. [To desu or not to desu. That is the question. Eh?]

@sluggard: As a matter of fact, ice cream is a dish best served with bananas. But I got a real chuckle from your picture. Thanks.

What you'd get if you crossed Batman with Guy Fawkes EDIT: Ninja-ed by @LateNightPerson On topic: What you get when a Madagascar Penguin falls into a vat of Cheetos dust.

Damn you, @deus-ex. After I clicked on the link to see if you had accidentally cropped the picture, the joke finally clicked.

Ha! That shows how little I know (appearances notwithstanding).

@Vile: Very cool shirt. The flaming sword bit, however, is more reminiscent of HeXen than DooM. Still, a very nice shirt.

Man, that is a creative toy for a pet.

General Patton in an alternat(iv)e universe. One where humanoids have animal heads.

Whaaaaaaaat? How did I not know this? Especially a canal that will accommodate a modest-sized cruise ship. Very well, then. I'll quietly slink off to eat my hat now.

GIMP-made rodent-horned beast hybrid

Last I checked, the Atlantic was miles from Orlando. Just check your tickets to make sure you didn't get bamboozled.

The moment before "Gentlemen, start your engines!"

Nice variation on the whole "post a picture of yourself" theme. The shirt graphic is undoubtedly a zombie/apocalypse reference. But I draw your attention to this other cultural reference.

Teacher: You must avoid confrontation. Student: What if your opponent punches you. Teacher: Take the punch and walk away. Student: Then why bother learning to fight? Teacher: So you'll know when to walk away before you're punched. [This is basically the conversation I had when I was learning how to walk away.]

So, you're saying that's you with Ron Perlman?

Well-played, my friend. Well played.

And that, my friends, is the clever (but hidden) beauty of cats. For an excellent story about the true nature of cats, read Neil Gaiman's "A Dream of a Thousand Cats".

@deus-ex: Ha! Ha! #Gremlins

I still have my gi from when I learned Gōjū-ryū under Budokan and Seibukan schools. It's black and I just can't part with it, even though you'd need a giant shoe-horn to get me into that thing. We had double-length belts that we tied front-to-back first, and then back around to front. Double-knot and it never got loose.

More precisely: “To pass the time, why don't you play a little solitaire?” On topic: Jacob, when he realizes he is definitely not out-running the velociraptor behind him.

The Manchurian masquerading as a Texan.

Don't bother. Sarsaparilla is a flavor you either love or hate. I haven't come across anyone who is ambivalent about it.

You f*cker! You made me Google nirnroot because I thought it was a real thing. But, yes, now that I realize you were being tongue-in-cheek, that is funny.