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the G-man said:
I would think being repeatedly stabbed in the vagina by a jagged green rock could, in fact, kill a woman, regardless of the radioactive properties of said rock.



I would think the kryptonite would kill him long before he could get a chance at "stabbing" the poonanny.


Dear, sweet Harley Kwink...I'm madly in love with you. Marry me! We can go to Canadia. Or Boston or something. It'll be grand...You know the cookies are a given. They are ALWAYS a given. You could dump me tomorrow and you'd still get the cookies. Boston..shit, wherever dyke weddings were legalized. And where better to rub their little piggie noses in how bad they suck than right on their doorstep? What are they gonna do? Be jealous of you? Stare furiously at your tah-tahs? Not willingly give you cookies, but instead begrudgingly give you their cookies? Woman, time to wake up to the powers you wield - Uschi