Dear wicky,
yes, this thread seems to be like that opener on COPS, where you're some sad, screaming wife, and I'm like some drunk naked dude who just drove his car up on the lawn and got out and was like, I really love you too baby and you're like, but you're on the lawn, and I'm like, don't talk unless I give you permission bitch, and then... well... then the show starts...







