(January 12, 2015 at 8:28 pm)Stimbo Wrote: I've never been any good at pulling anything. I always strike out.
Then strike out, dear Stimber... on your own. Get over here in one piece, and I'll treat you to some high fructose corn syrup.
Make it over in fewer than forty, and I'll give you Mr. Bun Bun. He'll always love you, and don't worry... even if you don't love him: you can always punch him. He likes it~

Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day