I concur.

what she said

And how!

I bunny - she is dedicated!

heh. she's a rock. she's an i-sland.

See! Even God Himself is writing messages in the very scenes of nature for you to share your tah-tah's with us.

EXIT! EXIT!!!

It's ancient and forever....it burns at the center of time, and it can see the whole of the universe........and it demands hot NYC cleavage.

Harley...I'm afraid I, too, will have to insist on following the will of this thing that is greater than you and I.

Tits please...

The Power of Christ Compels You!

Steeeeeeeve PERRY!

sadly I dont even think that would do it...

How bout if we threaten to give her address to King Snarf?

oh gob. dont tell me we've come to this...

its not like he would do anything.

I doubt she would if she heard the top secret news that Pro has cancer and is dying?

Threats and blackmail are useful tools in anyones arsenal!

Shame Snarf is a useless tool!

fixed...

maybe he could bald her to death?

*gasp!*

You wouldn't!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Very good point.

Oh I would. I have your number and sadly I also have Snarf's.

LMFAO!!!!!

I expect better from you sneaky dear...

Ok, picture this.
First he sings to her.
Now if that doesnt finish her off, next up he raids her panty draw and parades round her apartment wearing them.
If that image doesnt totally destroy her will, then finally we have his devastating finisher.
He talks to her!


Ok Harley, if this threat doesnt scare the tits out of your bra, I will have to move onto plan "Invite Beardgay round for a chat!"

Gobdamn, don't tell me I'm gonna havta change my number!

No nowie! Some lines just shouldnt be crossed! not even in the name of harleys tits...

I think she has everybuddy's number - she's, like, the Oracle of the RKMBs.

Ah ha! You would never do that last one, as it would punish Uschi more than it would punish me! I call your bluff!

But the question is, does he have yours, and if so, how many pages in his little black book did he stretch it out to?
One number per page maybe?

Uschi will not be there.
We will all be in the relative safety of Iraq, while your apartment starts to stink of cats and old beards!

i feel...left out.

and snarf

SNAP, brutha!

I give that post five stars! (but no tits!)

We're gettin closer!

I have yours froma PM from Uschi asking for them.
Snarf's from Klinton's days of drunk dialing posters.

keep hope alive...

Its a flip book now.

I've met Kwink in person.

but have you met the tah-tahs in person?

Lucked out with that appointed attorney eh?

I got her off too.

I remember. I sent it knowing you would get it too. It's all part of the plan.

But which one? There's so many.
The one involving Pro's "wife"?
Or the one were tucks of booze going missing?
Or the one where everyone crashing Peej's diner?

double entendres, please!

heh

Yes.

More manana. I gotta crash. Goodnight she who has cookies!

Goodnight Lil Bunny!

Knight Knurkel!

(just so it makes a smidge more sense)

Speakin' of the cookies, I ain't fergot. I just ain't had the time o' day ta make (make!) them yet. Plus I gotta have Mom's help -- it's her accidentally better-that-real mix-up.

No worries, sugar! It's all good. Wait, i just re-read this - you're amkin 'em? OMG, you are a goddess!

Ok, now I'm goin' to bed. To dream of coooooooooookies!

I can't read that...

You need to have powers like Matt Murdoch, or Sneaky!

"i love you Harley
Please remove your clothes"

See, she'd strain to read it and give up at some point and just get nekkid.

LMFAO!!!

Thank you for the picture harley!