It Wasn't Often You Ran Into Bondage/elvis/whorehouse-themed

Sookie, My Little Bullet-sucker" Eric, My Big Bullshitter

There's Not Much I Dislike More Than Being Addressed As "hey You" And Being Poked With A Finger.

Only A Group Lack Of Imagination Could Account For People Not Wondering What Went On In The Dark Around Them.

No Matter How We Suffer, We Have An Obligation To Others. We Have To Be Unselfish Enough To Try To Live In The Right Way, So Others Can Get Through Their Own Lives Without Us Fouling Them Up.

My Bullshit Meter Is Reading That As 'false'.