TUBOB Softens, Regrets Not Being Handcuffed By Christie

It’s a weird thing when the curtain of internet anonymity is opened and the sunrays of faces, personalities, feelings, expressions and indeed, humanity, pour in and illuminate our living rooms and offices and dens with such bright lights of humanity one can hardly bear to blink or flip the switch off to surround oneself in darkness. Nah. I can’t rip on folks anymore. Even the pros. I’m embracing a new path. A path to light and warmth and machine guns loaded with Hersheys Kisses and rose flowers and ice cream cones. My razor sharp edge is dull now. I am but a butter knife. You all are but a tub of sweet cream butter. Except Sgt. Christie who kept glancing at me like she wanted to pistol whip me and hogtie me and read me my rights right before I passed out and woke up 2 hours later in the tank. Sigh ;) TUBOB