Springs1 ... I ... I love you. I know we've never met, but when I see your tenacity, your sheer determination to carry an argument far, far beyond anything that could be considered a rational point ... I get goosebumps.
Your absolute conviction in your righteousness is a potent aphrodisiac, your complete disregard for typographic conventions is wickedly arousing, and your relentless commitment to your cause does things to me I can't mention without using NSFW tags.
I want to watch you eat ranch dressing. I want to eat ranch dressing with you. I want to order ALL the ranch dressing there is and pour it into a swimming pool and then frolic with you like a 97 pound manatee in a goopy sun-warmed bath of ranch dressing.
Come away with me Springs1. We'll leave this workaday world behind and find ourselves a place where service people know their place, where they understand the meaning of the word SERVICE and we'll build a life there. A life of ranch dressing, random capitalization of WORDS, and commitment to IDEAS.
I love you.
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