"It's Chrissie, Bitch..."

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Well, this contribution, compliments of Peter Pan, has cleared it up for us. She's a he. At least from the waist up. Thanks, baby!

But, holy smokes. He makes me want to drink...profusely. And I wouldn't mind slapping him. Just once...maybe twice. Can you imagine the bitch-scream that she'd let loose if I DID?? There is no doubt in my mind that that crazy bitch would seriously fuck me up. She'd scratch my eyes and rip my hair out and I probably wouldn't even know what the hell happened.