Ahhh....Mr. Spiderdink, I was prepared to ignore this thread until your post opened up my soul. Now, I must tell the message board of the burden I bear, the story of Dench and me. I was her boy toy for 3.5 amazing years. I saw the world and lived the jet set lifestyle and in exchange I had to give my body over to her lustful urges 5-7 times a day. It was quite the deal. When she sensed that I had a wandering eye, she began to enable and in the end even overtly encourage a burgeoning crystal meth addiction to keep me at bay. Over time, the physical decay caused by the addiction was startlingly. I believe the inevitable putrefaction of the mouth was the last straw and she turned me out like stray mutt. I now live in the sewers of London with other lost urchins, only surfacing in the early morning when my grate is no longer home to rats. Tuesday's and Thursday's are the worst since my benefactor doesn't leave a fresh Times of London for me to use as a blanket. I now must end this tale, since the owner of this, one of the few remaining internet cafes, is rightly sensing that I will not pay. Do not worry @
vitani88, you had no idea...I now bid you all adieu.