I left the east coast for the west and we still talk almost every single day. But I miss you. I miss being us. And I know we both want this summer back. I wish things were different for us, I will always wish things were different.
Forever missing you, always loving you. —love J
This article appears in Oct 31 – Nov 6, 2013.


I believe this belongs on the other side Mod.
And this is a fucking bitch..WHY?
what klyde said
Best bitch of the day.
F you J. She doesn’t give a shit you crazay biatch
East is east and west is west and never the twain shall meet. So just forget about it.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
What if the twains have been wouted on the same twack line?
is anyone else getting the feeling that MM is secretly a soprano (of the new joisey sopranos?)
RSVP
: Good dog Molly (11/05, 3:57PM)
I find that very hurtful, Good dog. Could we talk it over at my local bar? I’ll bring a friend.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
Don’t forget the ascot going out with Molly, MM…she loves a smart looking gent.
gack! no ascots you young whippersnapper!
my happily deceased step father wore an ascot, that pompous old pontificator. and a friggin smoking jacket and drank scotch. gad.
and you, mm, I would be utterly disappointed in you if I believed you could be hurt by anything said on this forum.
RSVPS
: Klyde (11/06, 12:40PM) & Good dog Molly (12:53PM)
Well, Klyde, I had thought of an ascot but refrained after reading Good dog’s post in which she rebuked her deceased step-father who wore one. She called him a pompous old fornicator which I, for one, thought was a bit over the top.
Anyway Good dog, I am never hurt by what anyone says about me on this forum – the buffoons! – except, that is, for you. That is because I think I might be acquiring feelings for you. At this point, however, I’m not sure whether those feelings are largely physical – one cannot avoid pondering on your magnificent labia – or whether those feelings are of a more intellectual – one might even say ethereal – quality. I have been reading your stirring posts and have frequently become, um, stirred. The question, of course, is in what manner?
I seek your solicitous, tender and caring guidance in this matter.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!