Quote: Knutreturns said: dont change the subject...even U gotta admit those things were ugly...
Would I buy one to wear? No. But they're okay for St. Paddy's Day and in memory of Red Auerbach. And don't you shush me when I'm zinging your Athletics-supporting arse.
ok, this is what I first thought I saw you say:
And don't you shush me when I'm zinging up your Athletics-supporting arse.
Seriously, this is what happens when I read things without having had a morning cup of coffee first...
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
