My Candle Burns At Both Its Ends

[hahha_innuendo]

They say love can be like a ship sailing for shore, beset on all sides by the jagged rocks of failure and misery, called off the path by sirens. But if you can just keep sailing, keep on tugging along, you find that beam of light from the lighthouse up ahead, calling you home. Unless that beam of light is obscured by clouds, and you're dashed to

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[hahha_innuendo]

It all depends by whom, my bandanna-headed young man.

[hahha_innuendo]

Nonsense! I'm rich and stable and a handsome devil to boot. Marriage would be perfect for a man like me!

[hahha_innuendo]

I'm never too far away, my bespectacled beauty. But we'll have to reschedule a rendezvous-- this is the sort of pain that'll take a while to heal.

Or another bottle of scotch, at least.

[gooddoggy]

You can have her.

[hahha_innuendo]

Wonderful! I'll have to have the bed made up.

[mineandfine]

Aww...I would play with you but I haven't the time. I'm playing a game of cat and mouse with Offdensen.

Pity I don't get to play the cat, I'm so good at it.

[hahha_innuendo]

Damn! Not even if I offered catnip?