foamyseasquirl wrote:
> I just had a Moment of Clarity and realized that I, too, am evil.

You're not evil, you're squeevil.

> However it does not suit my plans to reveal my spiderweb of
> dastardly intrigue, which is of course frustrating because its
> diabolical cleverness makes me want to show off.  Just bear
> this in mind: it's already too late.

Yeah, well. Intrigue can be fun. But again so can things that don't
result in somebody getting killed.

> P.S.  If I were a guy would chix dig me?

I know that, if I were a woman, men would dig me. Gay men hit on me all
the time.

They would, right?
> *I'd* dig me.  Come on man, look at it!  So evil!  With the
> foreboding, and the ominous music, and the disturbing camera
> angles - okay that part's in my head, but you *are* picturing
> the evil goattee?  My heavy eyeliner and my shiny pants?

We kept changing places in our relationship. Sometimes I was on top;
sometimes you were on top. That's what they call gender equality.

> P.P.P.S.  Somewhere in this post is the Evil Eye.  You're
> only immune if you're wearing something blue.

I am.

I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you love me
Then prove it by goin' out on the sly
Provin' your love is untrue
Call me Mr. Blue

I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you're sorry
Then turn around headed for the lights of town
Hurtin' me through and through
Call me Mr. Blue

.......

I won't tell you
When you paint the town
A bright red to turn it upside down
I'm painting it too
But I'm painting it blue

I sleep alone each night
Wait by the phone each night
But you don't call
And I won't hurt my pride
Call me mister

I won't tell you
When you paint the town
A bright red to turn it upside down
I'm painting it too
But I'm painting it blue
Call me Mr. Blue

- Garth Brooks.

> P.P.P.P.S. My pants are very shiny.  Everyone knows
> that the color of evil is shiny and black, frequently with
> buckles - **NEVER** velcro.

I thought it was red with yellow hammer and sickle.

Velcro really pisses
> evil off.  So do nylon windbreakers.  Don't make me
> come over there and make a huge racket undressing
> you, you.

Black velvet and a little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow Southern style
A new religion that will bring you to your knees
Black velvet if you please.

- Alannah Myles



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