The pressure, the pressure! At least give me a chance, El! Let a guy have some breathing room, would you? Think about how far you and I go back, all the capers we went through before you turned! I can't take this stress. Look at my hands, they won't stop shaking. I can't think, I can't eat, I can't sleep! Ease up in me, I can't take this!
The FBI has been alerted (ok, I called them) and it turns out that those are counterfeit tildes you've been spreading all over town. You've certainly got a whole lot of explaining to do now, young lady. Take her away, boys.
FBI director James Comey has just sent a letter to congress stating that the tildes that left you to follow me are in fact real genuine tildes!
Oh, and there was something about Hillary Clinton's e-mails and Anthony Weiner's computer in that letter also but that's not nearly as important as your tildes leaving you to follow me.
JaneS loves me dearly, madly and passionately, but social constructs keep us apart. These biting little quips of hers are her coping mechanism. Deep down, she pines for me. ~
Those revolving restraining orders you keep applying for are merely your cries for help, your confused grasps at vestiges of proper conduct in light of denying yourself of what's being denied to you. Don't you pay attention at all to your therapists?
Nope. The last time I went all Randy D on a stranger I wound up having a q-tip shoved up my urethra and had to take antibiotics for a month. I'm a little more selective now.
What does the question mean. It's a bit rich that on one of the world's most renowned and influential Q&A symposiums that I have to ask what the question asked means....
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at November 7, 2016 7:01 AM MST
What do you mean with me going all Randy D on someone? What do you mean? What have you heard? What false rumors are you spreading about me this time? I will show you going all Randy D... Hrmpf...