First, I'm really pissed. Schmaffy, how come you never slept with me?!
What, aren't my grammar well enough?! Slutty-nutter, indeed. Harrumph.
Second, Which horribly boring drivel do you want most, EL? Disney World Poop or Bubbling Dutch Tulips? Perhaps we should take a poll. (Stewart, you realize that letting this continue can't be good for the public image of this board, right? A simple post could avert this disaster.)
Third, Lynne, I love you for thinking that I had a strategy. Next time we are all together, I want to sleep with you! Or, at least go shopping again, and I promise not to wear flats.
Fourth, STEWART, I'm trying to give you another chance here. But, seriously, I know a simply horrifying joke that my father tells everyone. It is just SO bad. Worse than a groaner. It is so bad, it just leaves people in stunned silence.
Fifth, No thanks. No fifths of anything required. I'm still working my way through the new keg. Check with me later though.