Does exactly what it says on the tin. Some of the nonsense contained herein may be very loosely related to The Sisters of Mercy, but I wouldn't bet your PayPal account on it. In keeping with the internet's general theme nothing written here should be taken as Gospel: over three quarters of it is utter gibberish, and most of the forum's denizens haven't spoken to another human being face-to-face for decades. Don't worry your pretty little heads about it. Above all else, remember this: You don't have to stay forever. I will understand.
And trust me, that's a major compliment coming from a bitter, twisted young hag like myself, with a pile of shrapnel and gory mush where the heart should be.
He cuts quite a dash in that suit, don't he?
*slaps self on wrist*
You make a lovely couple. A HL cyber-toast, to a long and happy life together .
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
all my very best to both of you, all three* of you look stunning
*sorry, I can't help myself
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele