I am sick and tired of solving Tinkerbell's relationship problems. He always chooses girls that are either absolute bitches, or the girls he likes are bimbos just like himself, creating an incredibly nerve-wrecking situations both for them and their closest friends, because neither Tinkerbell or the girl will say what he or she exactly feels for the other, and then they cry to their friends about it, who are just about ready to bang their heads on the nearest wall. This point was proved this evening. I told Tinkers that he and his chosen girl could just as well be crowned king and queen of dolts. His response was that the girl's best friend, who I have never met, talked to, or heard of apart from conversations with Tinky, said absolutely the same thing. Add to it that my father will be working on a Saturday, for which he'll probably get little to no money, as usual. Bloody perfect. Now I really wish I could have a Tequila Sunrise or ten. . End transmission.