Quote: sneaky bunny said: yesterday on the train home i had a dream that we had all decided to go camping for Con. Harley and i were hauling a box truck of beer that had these huge inflatible boobs on the top. we got lost in AZ and stopped of at some rest area. I bitched on the phone to Uschi that harley can't read a map unless it has fence climbing instructions and a arrow pointing to the states as harley skipped around the parking lot in full harley gear.
The sad truth is, I can't read a map. The big joke amongst my friends is that I have absolutely no sense of direction, so that part of your dream is true...
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
