Strangely enough, I was actually thinking of this mutant tonight. My college class enjoyed its 20th reunion this weekend (Quinner says hello.) and if Mr. Sid's Most Devoted Drive-Thru customer had made an appearance, I would have been there. 2) To join the chorus of other quasi-sports-related, political lefty, narcississtic screeds. Since nobody will listen to your opinions in real-life, perhaps they will in cyber-life. Narcissistic screeds? Big Boy, I don't have the unending compulsion to populate this planet with my progeny, which is the height of self-adulation. 3)To remind everyone (seemingly endlessly) that you have a girlfriend. We all know you are one more practice swing away from batting for the other team, why protest so much? One swing away - from the clown who couldn't graduate from our Jesuit school without waking up naked next to a priest. Funny, but I've never experienced anal rosary beads like Mr. Sid. And Big Boy, I was there at Great Scott's when Bob Gamere took a shine to you - he clearly saw something in you the rest of us had chosen to Don't Ask, Don't Tell. 4) There is only so many times you can pull your taffy while looking at porn on the Internet, so why not blog? When away on business, Mr. Sid calls down to the hotel's front desk to have the porn channels removed from his room's television. This is the same guy who used to watch Cinemax soft porn at his in-law's house with squiggles and plaid patterns running through it for endless love hours.