bixton

Still it beats the hell out of my habit of referring to every man, woman, and child as "Jerk-ass." Can not fault you for your manners in my book--. But then again, there are a lot of reasons that my book is long out of print.

And, yes, young miss, I would entrust you to walk my dogs and the various strays and associated mongrels in my retinue. Please do keep on keepin' on.

Let's not get our panties in a bunch here. What are we MF Doom? Everybody needs 36 monikers. It's grown-up time. You can call me whatever you see fit. Since you've got synaptic power-grids running between your ears and a heart where most ladies have an atom smasher, I trust your judgement in the means of nicknames.

Oh, by the way: