Or are they just as dumb as Pierre?
UH-OH!
Kind of a lousy morning the next day…
Really lousy…
Eh, probably not.
Oh, yeah, I’m supposed to have my own place, not sponging off folks…
(Confidentially, I think Brigman is far too cool an artist to have to stoop to crap like this because Moy says so…)
But it’s not like you immediately have to seek out Mary, Estelle…
And Estelle is out and about!
Could Wilbutt be down for the count? On Valentine’s Day?!??
And then…
Finally, home again, after a truly lame week leading up to Date #2…
And finally, the date wraps up (the most interesting part: SOMEONE remembers Estelle’s actual name!):
And then…
Truth will out…
…lI just suspect that Wilbutt is going to show up.
Things heat up when S. and E. hit the piano bar!
…but then someone dredged this up, engendering a number of nightmares and bad memories from a number folks:
Bitch ‘n’ whinge all you want (yep, I was in the BnW group), but sometimes a mashup is so much more satisfying….
The Big Date!
And you thought I was going to say something awful about Pomeranians…
SNAUSAGES!!!!
