YES IF, If you have to go that is the way to die. I actually prefer, white chocolate covered strawberries. My last lover was a jerk. He is no longer my lover. (hee hee) Now I will go into the corner and sulk.
My last lover was a Mallomar. That's him over there on the right with three of his best friends. He never got along with the Biscotti family who lived next door. Damn foreigners.
O Mallomar, Mallomar! Wherefore art thou Mallomar? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Biscotti.
It could work.
Sueleen Gay: "Here you go, Bitch, now go make some fukcing lemonade." 10/28/10