Okay, baby-here it is: Marty is perfectly brilliant, sweet, kind, caring, geniune, gentlemanly, helpful, creative, sexy, sassy, and sensual. I love him with all my heart. I can't wait to live in the same city as him and see him every day. For six months I've been tortured with longing for him every minute I'm not with him. He has been nothing but supportive of me in all my endeavors. He has been infinitely patient with my brattiness and emotional outbursts. He doesn't try to control me, but lets me be myself. We are having fun growing together, in all aspects of life. He excels in role-playing.. His costumes are ingenius and ridiculous, even pictures of them make me giggle out loud. I've never had so much fun in my life, and it just keeps getting better!!!! Ladies, this one comes highly recomended!!! I love Marty!

Marty had the best costume at the XXX-mas Whobilation Party. It was gross, pervy, and hilarious!!! Too bad he couldn't get the plunger all the way around my ass.

Marty is yummy and he makes my pants tingle.
He shimmies my shake and razzles my dazzle.
He is fanfreakintastic!

Due to a warp in the fabric of time space, I have known Marty for over 30 years. Count'em. Straight shit.

He has always scored high on the personality scale that says "find out what you like to do and fuckin do it....while improving the world and expressing your creative bliss." (even if it gets sticky). This is marty.

If I told you anthing more about him I'd have to eliminate you. So nuff said Party Hardy Marty.

Well what can I say, I can get a little hot sometimes. I first met Marty just before an alien abduction. I told him that mixing mushrooms and orange juice in a blender was wrong but he said "thats how they do it in Dublin!" As we drank that stuff and wandered through fishermans wharf rollin' crackheads, I remember thinking "Damn, I should have studied for that spelling test in fifth grade." At the end of the evening as we sat on the docks discussing the merits of "Journey" as the penultimate S.F. band a very bright light shone upon us. About this time I proceeded to draw my gat and shouted " you pigs ain't takin' us alive!" Before I could busta cap in da foolz we was transported into this alien ship. As we stood before these fantastic creatures they spoke to us in a watery voice. I couldn't understand what they were sayin' but "anal probing" sounds the same in any language! So I punched one of them little green spongy fucks in his eye! You remember that pain thing device the KLINGONS had in that one STAR TREK episode. Damn, I swear to god those little mushy green fucks hit me with that! When I came too we woke up in a seedy hotel in Dallas. Marty just laughed and said "That was the best ever! Three breasted purple venusian vixens RAWK!"
My ass still hurts.
Dirk