no problem, side piece.

Call your mom, we're getting married.

Ha! Great video! That put a smile on my face instantly

Well...

Dear potential mate,

Jesus. I thought the team provided bus fare. I had no idea he had to work so hard to pay for his tickets.

Oh wow, that's awesome. You seem like a very giving kind of person. I'm glad you chimed in tonight/this morning.

I'm sorry to hear about your friend Eric and yourself. I'm happy to hear what happened if you feel like sharing–but I don't want you to feel pressured. I can't even imagine what you've been going through mentally. I, myself, moved to a medical marijuana state when I found nothing else worked for my PTSD and…

Ugh. For real? There's no smell-o-vision technology yet. No junk detectors either. This information should have been a well kept secret which no one could have told otherwise by the current technology limits.

Wait, is this under-ball?

(I enjoy it.)

Ah. A little reference in there. I'm sure this whole thread was a fun exercise in what the fuck without having seen Scrooged.

Yeah. How you like them apples?

I think I would first get to know you well enough to know what's on your present wish list. Then, I would solicit an attack from you. After you see me bloodied, and lying half-conscious on the floor you'd see the perfect present I'd gotten you drop from my jacket.

Can't I do both?

I screamed at him ever profanity, told him that he did not know who he was dealing with, and had unleashed a beast far beyond any that he was prepared to deal with. I picked him apart flaw by flaw, piece by piece, and screamed that he better not fucking ever so much as whisper out of line if he didn't want me to…

Wow. I'm so sorry.

I'm not sure about "only" but I'm not sure I want to check either. The rage.

You have my blessing (and 5 bucks for a print if it's awesome).