Originally Posted By: Bibbo
 Originally Posted By: harleykwin
What? Beers come in 40's...





Harley, if you call Colt 45 beer, I think my infatuation might just be over . . .


. . . and I had had such high hopes for your tastes in alcohol.


no, no, no darling, don't fear - just because Lando drinks it, doesn't mean it actually is beer... silly Stern student...


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