Go to the chuchyard of Trinity Church at Wall St. and Broadway in lower Manhattan. Check out the graves of women who died in their prime with an infant buried along side her. Read the names of the men who buried 2 or 3 wives and multiple infants.
I walk by Trinity everyday going to work, and I've actually noticed that fact too.
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
