He’s the one who’s wigged out, not me.That seems pretty hard to go for, though. The Internet can’t find anything at all about cults or groups th...t go back to caveman living, and I can’t imagine he could have done all the work on those spears and the bag and the clothes and everything completely alone. There had to be others helping him, real others and not just figments of his imagination.So either there’s a whole crew of whackos out there, in which case where the hell are the rest of them, or. Am I really that transparent? SailorMerc22 : ? HotNerd : Never mind. Long story. So who do you think I am? SailorMerc22 : I don’t want to guess yet. In case I’m wrong. If I’m right, though, I totally had a crush on you last year. HotNerd : OK. So give me a hint about you. I’m currently running through all the women I took classes with last year in my head, and can’t think of who you might be. SailorMerc22 : Hint: think of my handle. Sailor Mercury? Jonathan had watched Sailor Moon. ..in my bed. Apparently she had snuck in and was playing with my dick while I was sleeping."What are you doing?" I asked her."Shhhh, let's not wake up Mark. I think you want this as much as I do, am I right?" she said in a soft whisper."Well, I can't say I don't want it but you are my friends wife, this is wrong." I tried saying that out loud to not only remind her it was wrong but to maybe convince myself as well."You know, he's been drinking and he's out, passed out. You know how he is, he'll. "I've booked us a slap up meal at Donahue's to celebrate what we did yesterday, and what I plan for us to do tonight. Let's go straight out, but take off those panties first, Mommy."Now, if you now small mid-west towns, you'll know that the closest you can get to fine dining is a hunk of steak or salmon, a pork chop and for any wimpy vegetarians, some sort of pasta without meat. Oh, and on special occasions perhaps a burrito or southern fried chicken. That was Donahue's, but its main claim to.