Ok, here's the history of the world (pay attention, there may be a test on this later). Actually this is just the history of the FDLFDWCTT, cause that's all that's really important anyway. Ok, when I was just a young lad of sixteen (I'm still only a young lad of seventeen, but it makes for a better intro, doesn't it?) and I had my driving permit, my dad took me driving in downtown Sacramento where I promptly totalled the car. I won't say anymore about it except that everybody agreed it wasn't my fault except the other driver, and the policewoman, and my dad, and the insurance company, and my friends, and probably even you. After that accident I really realized the hazard that driving with cod in one's trousers poses, not because there was any cod involved in the accident but because I recieved a nasty knock on my head, after which a lot of things suddenly became very clear (I think it was also about that time that I learned how to speak with rutabegas, but I'm not sure). I decided to discuss the dangers inherent to cod-in-trouser driving with some of my friends, who, being my friends and all, agreed with me and vowed to help me fight the good fight against people driving with cod in their trousers. I realized then the enormous moral burden I had to keep the formidable energy we had from going astray, so I took steps to direct it in the proper direction, namely starting an organization dedicated to world domination, er, stopping people from driving with cod in their trousers. The next step was to think of a name. It had to be something catchy, something to the point, something "hep" and "groovy". Of course Friends Don't Let Friends Drive With Cod in Their Trousers was the the only possible choice. And it with such an easily pronouncable acronym as FDLFDWCTT, how could I resist? So I got some people to say they'd join, printed up some Membership Cods (a revamped version of which is available below), built a webpage, and "Voila!" (French for "Before you could eat a cooked snail") the FDLFDWCTT was born. As a slap on it's pink, wet butt, so to speak, I started writing newsletters, which are archived at some link or another, you can get to it from the main page. With the advent of the newsletters some other members started getting into the creative FDLFDWCTT spirit, making magnets and writing letters to the Editor and even doing guest newsletters. More recently member Even Sven built the Forum, a place for members and everybody else to comment on FDLFDWCTT issues or whatever they want to. It too is linked to the main page, as is the other recent addition, Member Profiles, which are pretty much self-explanatory. Today the FDLFDWCTT is a powerful, influential organization working toward our common goal of world domination, er, stopping cod-in-trouser driving. If you'd like to become a member and be a part of this glorious history* just email me at percepied@hempseed.com.

*We here at the FDLFDWCTT take the term history rather loosely. After all, it is said in II Samuel. I 20, "Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon." Wait a minute, that's not right. And this book calls itself Best Quotations For All Occasions. What a crock. Ah, here we go: After all, Napolean said, "What is history but a fable agreed upon?", or, as Sir Robert Walpole more aptly put it, "All history is a lie!" I guess what I'm trying to say is, oh heck, I'll just let Harry Lauder and Gerald Grafton say it:
"I love a lassie, a bonnie, bonnie lassie,
she's as pure as the lily in the dell.
She's as sweet as the heather,
The bonnie, bloomin' heather
Mary, ma Scotch Blue-bell."
Ok, they didn't do so hot (all ocassions my foot), so I'll give it another try. This history is rather, uh, interprative, let's say. Yeah, that works pretty well.