Well, if it isn’t Dr. Sardonicus slinking out of the frozen North for a little ray of sunshine. That dry wit of yours must leave you terribly parched for liquid, but don’t guzzle, it might be teeming with pseudopods
Who the hell are you now, Michael Myers or a character out of the “Three Penny Opera?” Your schizoid personality changes more often than Sybils. I personally don’t care to play guessing games, they tax my feeble intellect too much. I’ll just think of you as a Canadian ham, grade A of course--by crass U.S standards.
I rahlly, rahlly hope that your little slip-up--almost mentioning intercourse--wasn’t due to a dumbing down from corresponding with me. But of course, as you’ve pointed out, words do have more than one meaning. You must have meant verbal intercourse. Heaven forbid that sex would ever cross your mind, you might fry a synapse, and melt that icicle between your legs.
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