Kwink: I told him "hey, post three more times and then stop!" because it was gonna be Post Count: 33333 or something. I saw that post was made here, marked it, and he waved bye to the post-mark.
Then you stopped by and got confused.
Maaaan! That's always happening to me!
Can I blame this on my lack of 'puter skills?
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
