Quote: Joe Mama said: Bitterness is not an attractive emotion. Nor is envy.
If by "bitterness" you mean “indifferent” and envy you mean , then, yeah, I guess I am.
At least you're able to admit it. To me and yourself.
What? the indifference? What's to admit?
Quote: Oh, Brit, – I understand - in order for you to stand even the slimmest chance of getting laid you need to surprise something hairy enough to grab onto and do your two pumps before it has the chance to run screaming in horror from your grasp (run, Pete, run!!!), but that just makes me pity you almost as much as knowing you're doomed to be a Red Sox fan forever.
That's a who' lotta words just to say you love it when I shampoo you and then shave you poodle-style.
Quote: harley said
Wasn't me.
And Brit, what you do with Pete, really isn't anyone else's business...
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
, then, yeah, I guess I am.
– I understand - in order for you to stand even the slimmest chance of getting laid you need to surprise something hairy enough to grab onto and do your two pumps before it has the chance to run screaming in horror from your grasp (run, Pete, run!!!), but that just makes me pity you almost as much as knowing you're doomed to be a Red Sox fan forever. 
