Originally Posted By: Nowhereman
 Originally Posted By: harleykwin
 Originally Posted By: Nowhereman
Ok, picture this.
First he sings to her.
Now if that doesnt finish her off, next up he raids her panty draw and parades round her apartment wearing them.
If that image doesnt totally destroy her will, then finally we have his devastating finisher.
He talks to her!


Ok Harley, if this threat doesnt scare the tits out of your bra, I will have to move onto plan "Invite Beardgay round for a chat!"


Ah ha! You would never do that last one, as it would punish Uschi more than it would punish me! I call your bluff!

Uschi will not be there.
We will all be in the relative safety of Iraq, while your apartment starts to stink of cats and old beards!




I give that post five stars! (but no tits!)


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