Hell, Spaw, if you wuz single you'd be panhandling the suits going in and out of the titty bars, I imagine -- your fervent imagination, populated as it is with dreams of world-class farts, marsupial rectii, and complete ineptitude in bib overalls, would just drag you down to the gutter, on your own. Worse than Edgar Allen Poe. A real waste. Thank God for Karen, I say!!! :>) Who else could ever have made half-a-citizen outta such problematic and extremely raw material?

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