Me 'n' Thrash are really just frustrated gay lovers. Separated by an ocean and him afraid of airplanes. Me too poor to leave the house. So we send pictures of each other's butts back and forth via instant messenger. Sadly, even if my sweet little Thrashy were to come get the Crisco reaming he so desires the Nazi government of my country would stop us from being married just like we always wanted. You know, in a little church with Kwissy all in white... leather... With the dwarves, transvestites, and "exotic dancers" all singing in the choir. *sniff* I've gotta go get a tissue. Tongue kisses for everyone! ____________________ www.psychicreform.com ____________________ Rich Folks and Huge Corporations care about YOU!