Where is Pete when I need the Mafia? Fuckit, I'll take you out myself! And I'm bringing the PR parade with me! Thousands of PR Yankee fans unite!
The whole Puerto Rican Day parade? All of them? Coming out just to deal with me???
Won't that be too much like work? My money says you won't get past the city limits before they give up on you. Unless they're all riding their pet cucarachas...then they might make it to the state line...
Mo.
(Who says I can't bust out with a little racial humor?)
Eh, we were all too tired and too tipsy to try an make it to the boonies to hang ya...
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
