She doesn't want you all to hear her atrocious Brooklyn accent and whiskey-and-cigarette-soaked voice.
(Yeah, I said it. Prove me wrong!)
You're so full of shit - you like my voice...
oh, and no B'klyn accent and I don't smoke anymore...not that I was a heavy smoker to begin with...just bummin' when I was out with friends....ha! so there!
Originally Posted By: Joe Mama
(Yeah, I said it. Prove me wrong!)
I stand by my previous statement. So there. Nyah.
I have proved you wrong!
Many times in fact!
Not on this subject.
I guess the others will never know who's right, what with your "computer difficulties". They'll just have to trust that I'm right by default. And we both know how much you LOVE it when I'm right, don'cha?
I wouldn't know, since you never are....
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
