I asked Joe for that photo MONTHS back, he never found it. I'd say you're free and clear, Kwinkies! Except the photo you sent to ME with all them naughty bits out...
And, lessee... two beds and a couch. I say, as guests, Sneaky can have the guest bed (nobody can say I'm not chivalrous), and I'll set the couch on fire so I have to share the Kwink Bed. This will ALSO be a drunk decision.
Well, I do have a queen sized bed...
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
