You know, some day I'd like to meet you all face to face. I feel like you are all old and dear friends. I dream about the day when we first meet, exchange hugs, raise our glasses together to toast our reunion, share some laughter over a good meal, etc.
But, now, this is what I'm going to have in my head when that day comes.
COMES! I said "COMES." Not cums, you sicko's!