Wrap up.


I'm sorry. I'm sorry for this work--but heck, I love it.

What... you wanted something prolific? Here it is. I spent a total of two hours. I did not proofread or bother to correct any of it. I just crack myself up, and I figured I might as well attempt to crack others up for the hell of it.


By the way, Lay Z., yes, damnit, I'll marry you. You bring the cheap champagne and I'm bring the destructive missiles. It'll be a black tie(and nothing else) affair.

Ciao, baby.