Disaster Zone
Ok girl, congratulations, you deserve a personal mention on this page *slaps forehead repeatedly with a baseball bat* I don't think I'm going to see you any time soon. Let's see, you've made me lu-gi money twice the last two times you got me out to treat me - both times at a Jap restaurant I might add; cooked for me, so 'well' in fact that my stomach hurled its thanks for 5 days and my ass felt like there were glass shards stuck up it - did I mention I cleaned the mess you made on your floor too that night? Oh yah I did - about 300 times... and that time when I sent you off at the airport at 6 in the morning...? You practically forced some queer cooling jelly down my throat - wah cowz!

You're ad-or-ableee -_-