you should come up to St. Louis. I don't cheat, I haven't broken up with anyone, I hate talking, I don't give a shit if my mom likes someone or not, I don't have any friends, I steal anything I can't pay for, I like groceries since I enjoy eating, and I'm so out of touch with my emotions that I don't need a babysitter for them. And I can roll my tongue

I'll put it this way. He's married, has a kid, has two jobs and is 42. But yet, he has to find time to go play Tomb Raider so he can see Lara Croft. He doesn't even spend time with his family. Not to mention he's got a boyfriend(yeah, he's gay or bi).

Don't you have a girlfriend, S? If you didn't I might have agreed to that offer. You are a poster guy for my ideal man. I enjoy a man who is infinitely clever, never out of fucked up and/or intriguing ideas, brilliant, and can communicate with me on a level of intelligence that matches or exceeds my own. (Okay, that last statement was incredibly shitty, but I'm talking S, so I feel the need to be exceedingly honest). I don't care that you have a gargantuan schlong. Your mind gets me going.

You're going to make some brilliant chica really really happy one day, baby. Really really happy. "That sun is gonna shine, gonna shine, in your back door some day."

true, and if you DID take me up on my offer, then that would exclude the "I don't cheat" thing which would call the other statements into question enough for you to NOT come up, which would re-include the "I don't cheat" part, meaning nothing is called into question, which would cause a paradox which would throw the entire space-time continuum into disarray. Way to go, Ms. Destroys The Universe Lady :mad:

Oooo...That reminds me... I've got to find my flaming sword. Got a letter in the mail the other day...