I wanna see them though! Kwink! A hundred cookies in the mail for pictures!
Now this is a woman who really knows me!
Baby, you know I would do nothing in the world if I couldn't do it for you.
You are the sweet talker. Can I keep you?
I've been yours all along.
Now, that's what I'm talkin' about!
And I'm always listening.
"There is no 'close'" button!"
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
