VintagePunk
Blue Crack Distributor
...is my favourite poster. Aside from the sentimentality of real life friendships I've made here...and even friendships that have not quite made it out of the online strata. When you're speaking of randoms that I have not exchanged three words with in the past decade (except maybe in the cat thread? we may have talked in there a time or two...it's been a long time, and my cat recollections are foggy), Mrs. Garrison is it for me.
Anyway, yeah. Mrs. Garrison never ceases to amuse or amaze.
But let's be clear here - this is not a creepy thing, If Mrs. Garrison, for instance, broke multiple bones in a cycling misadventure, I would not be holding any candlelight vigils or anything. I'd just shed a silent tear, and then go about my business.
Whatever. I love you, Mrs. Garrison. You're the best.
Anyway, yeah. Mrs. Garrison never ceases to amuse or amaze.
But let's be clear here - this is not a creepy thing, If Mrs. Garrison, for instance, broke multiple bones in a cycling misadventure, I would not be holding any candlelight vigils or anything. I'd just shed a silent tear, and then go about my business.
Whatever. I love you, Mrs. Garrison. You're the best.