From poemboy
Oh SG Gods, thou bestowers of pinkness, I beseech thee! How cans't thou let this perfect woman of class and humor, beauty and distinction remain a mere hopeful? Elevate her, I pray, to the pink and rarefied air of SG-Olympus! Let her walk among the other goddesses on the cloudscapes of heaven! I humbly submit this, my request.
poemboy:
(because, you know, that shit is ten kinds of wrong!)