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Pig Iran said:
exactly...



Y'know, ever since Salma got engaged, you've been...less relevant.



You need to drink again.



Oh, sure, the love of his life is knocked up with another man's child and you kick him while he's down...real nice, Joseph Mothern real nice...



That's right. I'm gonna kick him until he grabs my ankle and twists it, knocking me down and reclaiming his dignity, pride, and alcohol. Then I'm gonna kick him in the ass until he mans up, gets plowed, and reclaims his lady. Y'know why? Because I care! I care enough to destroy him in order to rebuild him better than ever!



A real friend would have just offered him beer...


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