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Look, I don't know what you find so amusing about the fact that, as a functioning lesbian who managed to avoid embarassing accidents during PE all through my public schooling years, I still have my hymen in tact. But if you, for whatever deranged reason, find this funny, then more power too you, I suppose. I mean, if it ranks up there with POOP and BOOGERS on the Robb Sherwin chart of high intellectual comedy, than I guess it is I who am failing to see the humor.I think you might be a little calmer if you in fact got your own cherry taken care of. I understand that on some of these cold, lonely, winter nights Mr Higglesworth Squickens III, Esq, Bsc -- or whatever you're calling the louse-riddled lump of fur that hasn't managed to escape the lifesize Diorama of Human Suffering you call "home" -- is the only one who is there to truly satisfy you, but he's just a cat, baby, now isn't he?
But, and I will only say this one more time before getting belligerent, the FUCKING CATS ARE OFF FUCKING LIMITS OKAY? If you so much as mention Mr. Flufikins III, Senior Von Peebles, Ratter, or Angelica again, I SWEAR BY KALI's WITHERED ABORTION HOLE that I WILL FUCKING BURY YOU, do you understand that YOU FUCKING PROTOZOA?
Oh dear, we're only two posts in and you've already referenced Reece's Peanut Butter Cups and Star Trek: The Next Generation? Be careful Rob, if you slip in the obligatory barb about the poor quality of Electronic Arts' sports division in your next post, you will have officially shot your entire load. Gilbert Godfrey updates his material more frequently than you.Either that sounded a whole lot better in your head than it did on my screen or you are really some sort of time-dilated homeless person who has wandered out of her own dimension and into this one. It's like you're Ensign Ro in that one episode of Star Trek where everyone loses their memory, but instead of being scarred across the face like Ro was, you are instead hideously scarred on the inside.
Hey, they're your idiot fan club, sweetikins. You'd think my announcement that I find heterosexual sex icky would give them the hint. But, hey, no one ever accused you of catering to the upper crust, now did they?On the other hand, it looks like you are going to find true love in the next few posts with either Jacek or Worm2 (tell me, General Zod, WHICH WORLD WILL WE BE LIVING IN???!) and who am I to put limits on love? One of you three needs to make with the "A/S/L," though, or otherwise Lex will just type it.