
gaaaaaaaaaawwwwd help me, it's back to the StoopitMines for me.
And before I go, I'd just like to say I'm aghast at this sockpuppetry nonsense. When I was a girl, we didn't have knit minions running about and doing one's bidding. We stood face to face with our opponents, with nothing more than a simple baseball bat and the truth in our hearts. No double stretch re-enforced toed lackeys possibly with rolly eyes glued on for us, no sir. (or ma'am) When we disagreed with one another,we just beat the shit out of each other and called it a day. I tell, times were simpler back then. We only had three channels on the TV and we had to work damn hard for our porn, oh no, we didn't have it handed to us, like these young whippersnappers of today. And back then, we didn't hold with latex whippersnapping, no--it was the bite of good clean leather for us...sockpuppets. Tchah!
Go on with your lycra-blend-microfiber selves. Mizz Rose is having none of it. *hawks in spittoon and throws rocks at the neighborhood kiddies*