Game, Set, Match.

Uebermilf, you play right into my hands! I knew you wouldn't be able to resist responding to yesterday's post and outing yourself:

I'm sorry; did Jiggs say something?

Hi, Slappy. Wanna come put your head in my lap while I feed you mini-cupcakes and stroke your hair? You work so hard; you deserve some "Slappy" time.

My theory about how you worship me is now confirmed.

Sorry to tell you this Slappy, but you're being used. Women never say things like this unless they are trying to get something. And in this case, Uebermilf is just trying to get my goat.

Wicked Games

Uebermilf, you're uebertransparent.

Do you think you're fooling anyone with this game you're playing? Do you think acting like some kind of ueberdick will hide your obvious crush on me? Your actions suggest that you do, but I am not buying it. I wasn't some kind of c-section on yesterday's turnip truck.

Uebermilf, it's ok if you're in ueberlove with me. Take comfort in the fact that you're not alone in that regard. To millions of people, I am the beloved of their unrequited love. In fact I wish I was slightly less awesomely lovable because I want there to be less sorrow in this world.

But we can't all have what we want, can we?