If you have the impression that Rhonda, ahem, sort of adores yours truly or believe that I might be fond of Rhonda in some way then you are sorely mistaken. There is definitely no sort of about the way I feel for you. Rhonda is my treasure of all treasures, my one and only, my beloved. <dancing on air You are the one true love of my life. An appropriate sub_title_ for this post might be, Kadaitcha Man goes soft. Tender is the word I would use, sweetheart.
I love you. Rhonda getta room y'all No. We plan to stick around on usenet for at least another 30 years to gross out the newbies with de_script_ions of geriatrics having sex; creaky old bones, baggy skin and liver spots. You get the idea. ok, ok, i get the idea, but me being the sick fuck i am it isn't going to bother me in the least! And yet, when he says he loves me, and I say I love him back, you get all skeeved out.

Therefore, just for you, sweet boy (although it's nothing but the plain truth)... <hands Shannon a vomit bag KMonster is the sun, the moon, the stars to me. He is the center of my universe and the _object_ of my desire. I love him with all my heart and soul, and I would do anything to make him happy.