We're glad to see you here at the Asylum, and invite you to indulge in as much psychiatrist-rejected mental diarrhea as you can stomach. You'll find coffee, scones, and strychnine on the settee near the heavy steel doors leading to the padded rooms. If you need anything, or require a great, big, whopping dose of Thorazine, Lefty, Swifty, Bull, Ox and Twinkie, our courteous and professional Asylum Elves will be glad to help you...right after they finish ironing and folding the strait jackets.
A link to Diogenes' Middle Finger has been added to our world-famous Wall of Infamy...errr...Blogroll. Regular Asylum readers should scoot on over there on pain of death...or at least under threat of visit from Knuckles the Enforcer Elf.
Oh, and while I'm at it, you'll be glad to know that the mental deficient who writes this thing (that would be me) is also a featured contributor at the Insane Asylum, which we strongly suggest you should read daily, or there will be no more Prozac for you! Stop by and give my real-but-imaginary friends Mr. Chap and Nena Grace a few minutes of your time... you'll be glad you did!