Katie, hon, we need to talk. I know you haven't been feeling so well these past few days, but just know I have faith in you. You have a nine-inch-cock, and whatever happens will just turn you into an even bigger bitch. Also, I felt the fence you closed around us. Which is okay for now, but I wonder if we can reverse it. You don't want to be in your own little world for life. We'll adress that bitch when it comes to slap us, m'kay? Have a great day. I love you. P.S. - Wash you mirror again. I could still make out "WHAAAT?" this morning.