Does it really matter? I dont really like labels, people should just be who they are, why must there be a name for it? Anyway, back to Jonathan. I sim...ly asked, ‘What do you mean, I know more about you than I know? You had my cock in your mouth at your house party, behind your shower curtain! OMG. It all came back to me. I had a get-together to watch a football game at my house one weekend last year when my wife was traveling. I invited a handful of friends and told everyone to invite another. The woman was absolutely maddening. She was already more than half-nuts to begin with and still actively baking her brain to more than likely soon adequately finish the job. Schizophrenia, schizoaffective disorder, bipolar disorder, major depressive disorder, obsessive-compulsive ... you name it, she probably needed to under a brain doc's care for it, along with a heavy dose of lithium, and other proper mind candy. Listening to her constant psychotic rants just made me want to shove my hands. Be prepared for a day ofscrubbing floors and scouring toilets."Turning to his wife, Bob asked, "Why do I have to wear a dress?"Susan barked in a disgusted manner, "Because the rules clearly state theslave will perform his duties in feminine attire. If you'd bothered toread the instructions, you'd have known that!"Bob was feeling sorry for himself until Phil whispered, "Don't bitchbuddy. I have to spend the morning taking ballroom dancing lessons, andthen I've an appointment for a makeover. But Hon’, Vicki wears your ring, my ring finger is bare. Maybe it’s time for me to move on,” Tara sadly said as she showed me her left hand. “Tara, my love, you know that if I could marry both of you that I would - you’re in our will. Vicki and I would be heartbroken if you left,” I replied. “Hon, you’re right, I really don’t want to leave, I do love both of you. Sometimes it’s just so frustrating - now I really feel like shit. Can I use your phone to call Vicki and apologize for being such.