Captain Slick Wins A Trophy
Just wanted to drop a quick note and let you all know that my iMac G5 is on the fritz again, with the same issues which plagued it back in January. So I might have to take my little baby-snookums to the shop for the first time since landing in my grateful bosom, as Apple thinks the problem is deeper than sending me another midplane board. Which I totally concur with. So you’ll have to forgive me if I’m slower to answer emails and all that lovely communication stuff. I hope things can be arranged real quick.
Oh, and by the way, thank you all for the speculation. I feel better. A little. NEED MORE!!!

are those 5’s or S’s coming out of the bucket? Also Cap’n Slick scares me. I demand Fetch Snooker come and beat the living soul jive out of him.
The power to secret pancreatic acid is insignificant next to the power of women’s breasts.
So, Sev, where’s my trophy?
Trophies? Prizes? Attention? A woman craves not these things.
Ha, star trek quotes.
HA! Someone who recognized a Star Trek quote.