Another email from Smidt
In it, he detailed his sorrow at our inability to come to a meeting of the minds. We met, talked, held hands and walked along the frozen shore of Lake Michigan, and dreamed of a world where we could live in harmony despite our diverse views.
Naaaah. It was bullshit and I deleted it unread, as usual. What a fucktard.
Never know, he might have called you out in that one. pistols at dawn or some such nonsense.
Naah, that would be two much of a man for him, or at least we think he is a him? It could not be a her masquarding?
Boogles the mind it does.