Go home, yer mom's callin' ya.
Yer mama's waitin' for ya. In her high heeled shoes and a low neck sweater.
Bagster
What am I dealing with here, a bunch of twelve year olds? Insults, snide comments, rudeness. Those of you who have maintained the dialog seem to enjoy having someone to pick on as though doing so justifies all of the crap you are preaching. That koolaid you are peddling has turned into urine and you can’t explain why and then you get angry and rude at someone calling you out on it. Demeaning me isn’t going to make your pied piper come to life. The elections are safe, October boom, 11.11.18, sealed>unsealed...ALL DUDS.