Long, long time ago, on a message board far, far away, known only to select insiders as The Virtual Swamp, there once was a Web Master known as Mud. He smoked, drank, cussed, stayed up late when ever he wanted, watch sports on TV if he chose, even on Sundays, left his clothes on the floor, irritated Noles with glee on various message boards and, yes, was known to occasionally enjoy the finer things that the Internet can offer such as pictures of half-naked babes. Nothing hard, mind you, just good, clean cheesecake. He was, in fact, a regular guy. Mud did have a particular penchant for one young maiden by the name of Elle, but it really didn't matter who it was. A pic was a pic, a thing of beauty to be swizzled like a rare 25 year old tawny port. Something for all to see. Now surrounding this Web Master was a band of followers who chose to share the finer things with him. To win this man's approval, the minions would often post pics to please the Web Master. Elle. Denise. Anna. Jill. They were all here for the eye to see. Well, one day, it happened. Seemed that women wanted part of this paradise as well. They enjoyed sports. Chatting online. Exchanging ideas and information about the Gators, what THEY had for lunch too and a myriad of other topics. The Virtual Swamp became a kind of virtual coffee shop where one could stop by, browse, say a line of poetry or two and leave with a great sense of peace and well being. That was fine for self-realization, but it left little room for babe pics. Now Mud, being the diplomat that he is, said to himself...I like babe pics like the next guy, but I'm in a position of responsibility now and I don't want to piss off these women. So, I know! I'll let my friends post pics on in The Lounge! And so it was! Pics once again flowed like the Nile. Beaches. Scooters. Mountain vistas. Cross cultural exchanges with various foreign countries. A virtual cornucopia of babedom sapping bandwidth with careless abandon. And then, the night that will live in infamy. The night when Mud, in a moment of weakness, or carelessness, as some say, let his wife see what the Virtual Swamp had become. In a burst of conscience, Mud tearfully asked his minions to respect women more and start posting polictical commentary in the Lounge so that all could participate. And so it was, grasshopper. You may see an occasional act of defiance. A sig here and there with just a tad of clevage. But nary the day when Titans ruled. Rum. Hung. Names that are enshrined forever in the Valhalla of babepicdom. It's nice to see all is right with the world again. For you see, Fairy Tales can come true.