Hello, and welcome to my Amish Crib. First let's check out my rides. First up we have my Hum, that's rocking my brand new 36 inch rims. No amish motherlover has those except me, Father Holypimpin'.

"I brandish a 9 mm pistol."

That's scary, motherlovers!

Cookie on - ears down.
Cookie off - ears up.

Fortunately I'm not taken care of by the classy girl from Flushing - the nanny named Fran.

Every now and then someone from your country does something and you think: "some day this will come back and bite our collective ass".

At least that's what I thought about this in 1993, and 15 years later it turns out I was right.

Well, at least we didn't (insert favourite brand of Hitler-card here).

jani, finland

Joel Veitch is a bloody genius!

http://www.rathergood.com/bacon/

Heheee!

Somebunny disapproves of this ear-scratchingly low roof.

I disapprove in advance of all the future "mug shot" -puns in this competition.

Well thank you. Now I just have to think of a monkey.

Never wear steel cap shoes in a battle against a monk, who is wearing an assmagnet.