Lets see... we met on tribe some four or so years ago... with all the antics, seems like 40! We've met a few times in person... first time - he humped my leg... ewwww, then he tried all these finger tricks... MY GODS... GROSS!!
Last time we met in person, he kept handing me this tankard of what the fuck I still know not... and a pink mug as well ..... I think he was trying to get me plastered so he could finish the leg humping and finger stuff.... I was much better knowing him just online.

Yeah... well, really - Mr Hay is one of the best out there - strange as all hell, sure... horrid fashion sense at times... but I've got his back any day he needs it (just stay off my leg, and keep those fingers to yourself)

He fuckin' rocks...

I really think you should run for Miss Black Rock City next year. Just don't burp the alphabet as your talent because you suck at that.

Ha ha! Miss your face! I gotst nowhere to put my boobies!

Delilah

WEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The best way to describe how I feel about him is like coming home after a long journey, back to a place of absolute comfort and acceptance. Where conversations are rich and fullfilling, and the silences are like warm embraces. Its as if we were two jumbles of puzzle pieces not yet put together, then when we met each other, both piles sorted out and fit together perfectly to form the most beautiful picture.