Amos put happy industrious finger to hard-used, letters-worn-off keyboard on tired but faithful Mac and like a fiend addicted to words the same as some are addicted to absinthe (which does NOT make the heart grow fonder, only more sloppily affectionate) and typed with a fervor only equaled in 'what is folk?' arguments and threads in other other anal-retentive magnet subjects, "What I want to know is what possessed Adrien Beer to make a possessive form out of a verb, in the thread title, or otherwise abuse a poor little apostrophe that had done him no harm." and yet you ignored his odd period, lack of spaces and capitalization of the noun 'sex' (which was not used as a proper noun), and yet you might have just queried, "Adrien, why did you stick an apostrophe in 'its'?"--but you didn't.

He isn't perfect, but neither are you, so THERE, buster.

These threads give me the creeps too. It's a little like those 'how to get girls' books for losers who can't just force themselves to JUST be decent human beings... or a Bobert thread. Plus, you get people criticizing you for starting a 'thread like this'.

OK folks, lets all pretend he asked 'What Makes Your S.O. Happy?'
I don't know, cuz I ain't got one o' them SO thangs. All I can offer is this: Beer, I've seen your gardens. If she wants plants, give her plants!