Villainous Company

There are other ways to get your iron, Cass. I have pictures if you'd like to see.....right beside my patriotic and religious ones.......

heh.

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Love is a many splendid thing. All you need is a rope, knife and a pick axe. A perfect Valentine's.

Mom! Sly is corrupting me!

Actually, my favorite line was the last one in the article - talk about your dry humor.

Cass, true, she is corrupting you but you are having fun, aren't ya?
Besides, you were already halfway there.

Well, this poor woman can hardly be blamed because her victim ... oops ... I mean lover got a little squeamish can she?

The voices in my head voted, and they say let the poor woman go ... keep the government out of the bedroom.

Actually, I find this a bit disturbing, as there seems to be a trend toward this weird stuff all of a sudden here. The other day, an 84 year old man shot his grand-daughter and somebody else, for some odd reason.

Yesterday, the ex-boyfriend of a high school student met her at the school bus stop, and stabbed her, her mother, and also himself. (that was a few miles from my house)

WTF??

Why does everyone say I'm corrupting them? I merely pass along a couple of innocently innocuous emails designed to elicit a brief moment of elation, perhaps a wry smile and on the rare occasion the unexpected outburst of "Omigod!" (heh, got that in there JHD) What do I get in return?
*big pouty lip*
Accusations! It's ludicrous, ludicrous I say!! I need......
I need.....
I need my meds, now where did I put that damnitol.......

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