Thanks Gus! Imagine the life we'll have...me, littlek, our fifteen little Kicky children...life finally has meaning to me.
Will you name your firstborn Gus? Or Gussette.
It would mean a lot to me.
I don't know...will you vote for me for President of A2K?
I'd rather be dipped in boiling oil.
Integrity. I like that. You've got a deal.
Bastard.
<running back out the door I entered through>
Wait! It's baby-makin' time, littlek!!!
<giving chase>
<running to the nearest surgical ward>
<still chasing...getting winded due to complete lack of cardiovascular activity, a diet consisting of nothing but fritos and beer, and years of cigarette-smoking...losing littlek in the distance...hack, hack, cough, cough...>
<heehee.....under the knife...>
what, k, you're opposed to a little gussette?
<deep sigh>. come o'er here, gus. i guess i'll just have to sacrifice my future and bear your progeny myself then! after all, that's what we eastern european wimin are for i'm told.
yer supposed to be looking at my stunning new piercing!
..but thankee of course
kicky dear, that's a premature evaluation. but you know that, don't you. being expert in things premature and all that...
