I don't know who you are, but I like you!
:

Yeah. They all do, hon. They all do... Till' they wake up with my steel-toed stilletos up their pimply @$$es. Then it's all tears and screaming and "OH MY F***ING GOD, MY ANUS IS BLEEDING!!" again. (Hee!) Get in line, son.
...you didn't go and get an, erm, operation, now did you?

A gentleman never asks and a lady never tells.
*blinks*
.....And by that, I mean NO; I have not had anything snipped, trimmed or tucked, mm'kay? And the absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence! So *uhh.*
You'll always be a man to me, Mobius.
That's understandable, seeing as how this woman
ownZ you. *lights a cigarette and blows a ring 'round Therny's neck* -Byotch.

Ah yes, and lest I forget- -
The longer they develop the next game, the better its chances are of actually being good.

. . . . *s i g h* Has history taught us nothing, my poor wretched little man-whores?