Quote: harleykwin said: But would I die a happy girl?
Happy and exhausted.
Quote: Yes, I know you'll miss me! Pete's off chasing hockey fans, so you need me to sparr with...
But why do I have a terrible feeling that if you're the one disposing of my dead Yankee lovin' body, that my body won't go unmolested...?
...necrophilia
*shudder*
Exactly. I have no sparring partner.
If you're worried about necrophilia, how 'bout this: all molestation will occur before...corrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrection. No post-corrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrection touchy-feely. Deal?
(Hell, I'm no pervert. Or, at least, not THAT TYPE of pervert...)
O'tay.
But here's the problem - I'm a Yankee fan, so there's really nothing to correct! Cheering for the perfect team makes you a perfect fan. Don't believe me? Just ask Pete!
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Quote: and piss off.
you know you luvs me....
Yeah...tee hee!
Quote: So, did you see Cabrera's catch?
bwaa haa haa
Yep...helluva catch. I'm not like certain Yankee zombies. I give credit where it's due. Yankee or no, a great play is a great play.
You got that right. That catch was fuckin' sweet.
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
O'tay. 
Just ask Pete!
