I would compliment you... but I wouldn't want you to think I was STALKING.
eee, did Tennessee Nana tell you we went to Orleans Restaurant after D.C. counter?
LP, No Cajun Food... Known for Prime Rib (in successively huge weights), and seafood. Snif. Bee-utiful interior, like outside Bourbon Street... inside.
(Don't go there, my shirt stayed down... the patrons paid me)
The last person to stalk me was some weirdo in a celery suit.
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)
ROFLLLL!!!!!
I am just ILL that I did not get to meet you!