sobs bitterly
Twisty hon…you have NO idea how late I stay up… 
But fine. I can’t get a virtual marriage proposal, and I can’t even get a bitch. Pardon me while I go slit my wrists…
I don’t know why y’all are moping, I’m the one who had to give up my TwistyBitch! Heh…oh well, it’s off to greener pastures for tater…
Well, that’s just craptastic. You made Falcon cry – I hope you’re proud of yourself, Twisty… Gosh darnit, I’m desperate for a bitch today. My tummy hurts, and now I have no one to fetch me gingerale and a heating pad and to watch reruns of “A Wedding Story” with me…
I knew I should have registered for “Bitches through the Centuries” instead of “The Rise of the World Market” to fulfill my history requirement.
Don’t mind me, I’m just going to sulk in the corner and lament the fact that no one loves me enough to be my bitch. ::sniff::
Congrats, evilbeth! From here on out, you’re my idol.
Whoo-hooo!!!
Not only did I get Twisty for a bitch–I am now Serendipity’s idol!
So, Twisty, where are you going to be say, next Tuesday, so I can send my aunt over with a Bitch carrier to get you?
Your first duty as official evilTwistyBitch is a deep, soothing, vanilla oil back rub!
No, not for you–for me!!
Sheesh, this one needs some training!
Congratulations on your new bitch, beth! You’re a very lucky woman, treat him right, kay?
Heck, I know that if anything happens to Twisty, you’ll be on me like a duck on a junebug!
(Just trying to get Twisty used to my Southernisms! )