If you can get the numbers, you can actually get pot delivered to your door in this city, as easily as if you were ordering in food. Amazing.
That's it. Fuck my marriage, I'm moving in with you...
Do you cook and clean? I can see you holding a sign that says: "will clean for free pot."
He does chicken salad, mojitos and is an excellent saucier.
Hmmmm...I don't know if that's enough... can he cook anything else? And what about laundry? If you're gonna pimp him out, you need a stronger sell...
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
