I, Penny Dreadful, do hereby vow to continue to post smartass remarks,
sexual innuendo, references to food and clothing, comments about character,
in-universe rationalizations, obscure in-jokes, sickmaking cuteness,
flippancy, irreverence, irrelevance, tastelessness, and/or whatever
subjectively stupid thought happens to flit through my subjectively shallow
little mind, and moreover to continue appending them to whatever thread I
deem appropriate.
If you (the reader of this post) do not wish to read any of the above, then
I suggest that you killfile me at your earliest opportunity.
If Calle doesn't wish me to persist in my puerile posting pattern, he can
kick me off the list, and I promise not to try and come weaseling back in
with a new address.
ObB7 (I *do* try): that Avon, boy oh boy, hoohah, was he just poured into
those Red Leather Trousers or what? Man alive, I sure would like to Buff Up
And Rinse Avon, because as an INTP, according to Myers-Briggs, I identify
with him more than I do with Blake, who was willing to kill all those
penguins in Star One just to prove he was right, and whom I would like to
see played by Jim Carrey in The Movie. And moreover, Travis Travis Travis
Travis Travis Travis Travis Travis Travis.
(that word, again, is "killfile".)
--Penny "Insert One Last Inane Comment Here" Dreadful
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"This is the kind of conversation that can only end in a gunshot."