I think I'm done screwing around online for the day. I've agreed to go to see a band called Mr. Greenjeans with my wife and HER friends tonight in Vermont. The kicker is, we are going to share a room with them. I just spent three nights in a room with Preacher and I still have not fully recovered. Why do we need to share a room? I don't even like live music...

It's just our excuse to see you naked.

Of course, after you destroyed our toilet all thoughts of sodomizing were lost. |waves|

good evening :)