Oh my Lord!
B190,
Please tell me how to get in contact with your avatar.
I know it may be hard for you to believe that some special something could exist between her and a fat, old, bald, broke, dysfunctional semi-invalid that drools a lot and suffers from chronic flatulence; BUT ---
The strangest sensation came over me when I first saw her. I can't describe it but I'm sure we must be soul-mates; tied to one another by some unseen, all encompassing, magnificent cosmic bond. Reaching out at the highest level of paranormal human telepathic communication.
Plus, what in the world kind of a D-Y-N-O-O-O-M-I-T-E KICK A$$ BOD is that? ZOWEEEE!! HUBBA, HUBBA!!
Oh, and to keep this aviation related, tell her I'll soon be flying her to the moon. (Probably just a quick trip.)
(Better have her PM me, wouldn't want her to think I was some kind of a desperate, degenerate, public sicko).
Thanks, pal. I'll owe you one.
