Danny my articulately challenged carnivore friend. I didn't understand the whole first half of your post. Stop using those damn big words.
So you talked to Alan Flowerbaker. Ain't he a hoot? You know he's an ass don't you? What did he call me, a reprobate? Big talk coming from a man who puts peanut butter and candy sprinkles on his meatloaf. I only like Alan cuz I have the hots for his mother in law, (Grandma Babe).
I know if you two boneheads quit sharpening your horns against each others bony skulls you end up playing nice together. Now if I can get you and Farkel talking we could all form a club and drive up to Seattle and beat the crap out of Robert.
My purpose on earth is almost over. I have brought love to a few people who might have gone on calling each other names like dipfuck and wiseass. Don't get me wrong, I know those are terms of endearment to estrogen challenged males but when taken out of the context of love for fellow evil apostates it can cause some misunderstandings.
Your exploration of your feminine side is....is.......well......strange. I support you in your thoughts and will respect you in your decision to continue to wear your wife's underwear. Now that I have pawned you off to Alan as a friend I can go in search of more normal people to swap emails with.
Malcom seems to have disappeared but I am sending him some good vibes and hope to continue on with his lessons.
I just love helping people. Danny, I'd give you a big hug but from what I just read you might enjoy it too much, sooooooo.
Big handshake from a safe distance.