"Maybe one day I'll be able to write you an actual testimonial. I'll write down a billion adjectives, manipulate them into poetry to let them all know how fucking amazing you are.

Until then, its my secret.

I adore you."

"The ship shuddered as the Iceburg ripped a hole along the side of it causing the inner chambers to flood with water. The Ship lurched and people screamed running about like headless chickens. All but one. Elm looked about at the mass of bodies running around and ever so calmly plonked on His beer hat and started humming to the tunes comming from the ipod. This is His house where He is the most eager Host ever from gifts of adult cool aid to a quick quip of how He loves ya. This Man is one of the best."

"Dude, he is truly the man!!! The fact he still lets us come back week after week blows my mind. If I wasn't a guy I would chase this man!!! Thou, I suppose that can still be arranged...."

"The first time i met this Man, He was all smiles, quick with the light and even bought me a shot. If i was a women we would of woken up in the same bed the next morning."

"The details of his black life and dubious death are written in certain books, and the foolish and the curious may seek them out. Nothing could induce us to elaborate here: by comparison Gilles de Rais was an angel in human form, and de Sade a weak and simpering child. The world is well rid of him - if rid of him it truly is."

"still trying to figure out exactly how to express how fucking great you are. perhaps a monument on a grand scale? made entirely out of cookies and beer. with scantily clad punk girls as servants...and more beer. you are so good. (who's so pretty!?) I really appreciate you. so there."