When you break your ankle, she gets ice. There is no highter priase.

You lazy sons of bitches! How is it that I am the first one to write this piece of magnificence a testimonial? She's bent over backwards for you people and you can't even take the time to jot down a few sweet and heartfelt words? Sarah, forgive them for they know not what they do. Their lives revolve around pyromania (burning a man in efigee, indeed!), and cooler-than-thou hard-drive thumping. But, if they let you, YOU can show the world, once again, what heart-felt living and soulful love is all about. That's your gift pretty peach! As for the rest of you, BLAH!