Quote: harleykwin said: 2042? Are you sure? The schedule I have says 2009! But hey, so long as my ass isn't in front of the firing squad its all good...
Heh. Define "squad"....
Oh, sugar, I said "ass" not "pussy," but you tell me what your definition of "squad" is and we'll talk...
Oye.
Drunk posting. Bad.
Hangover. Worse.
...and that's why we love you...
*blush*
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
