Put me on the list of "needs consoling"-- divorce papers in the mail, and being saddled with all the business arrangements by a far-flying ex, none of which was my choice. So disgusted right now, I think you could send in Nigella Lawson covered in olive oil on an errand of mercy, and the only sound you'd hear would be her lusxurious rump hitting the floor.

I actually went digging for it, obsessive and procrastinating researcher that I am.

It's sometime before March 15th of this year, because there's a reference to it then. And it was probably in one of the threads with innocuous titles that got summarily hijacked, because it was--obviously--hard to find. So probably between January and early March of this year, for those as wants to seriously spelunk.

Mammoth, I realize I really miss your drunk and horny at 3 am posts, all full of love, erotic suggestion and darkly hilarious or gutwrenchingly sad stories. Stop it with that in love and happy and having a RL thing right this instant, so I can keep up my reading experience. OK, don't stop. Give us explicit details instead.