and you just wish you were born on the right side of the border so that you could be a Yankees fan too...
And yet you spend so much time in New England, while I avoid New York any way I can. Methinks thou doth protest too much. Come over to the good side of the force, Harley. It is your destiny!
I can't help that one of my best friends was born in Boston. It's not her fault that she was born there and I don't hold that flaw against her! See, I forgive my friends for being born on the wrong side of the Yankee Land/Red Sox Nation Border. And unlike you, I am open minded enough to visit enemy territory (especially when alcohol and a beach are offered as incentive!) - I just make sure to wear a Yankees cap while I visit!
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
