Dear Ms. Theresa K. Seya,
I believe you meant to say 'Sorcerer' in that last post, but your superb verbal skills seem to have obstructed the true meaning of your luminous mind (which is rumored, by most accounts, to be a most charming pulsating sphincter, in lieu of the common 'brain'). Luckily, you have done so in a supportive and non-judgemental environment, rather than a Flames Board.
Oh, wait.
In conclusion, Theresa, I have arranged for 666 unwashed nuns to simultaneously defecate upon your visage while you sleep tonight (I have my ways); later, around mid-morning, after you have, no doubt, showered several times, I will push you out of the window. I am, no doubt, aware of the small nature of your window. Therefore, I will probably enlist the assistance of a hacksaw to accomplish this task.
And to Sir Viper of Thousand Pines, Iowa,
Your grammar and spelling carries all the charm, wit, and grace of a bleeding vagina. I hope you drown in a toilet next time you confuse your face and asshole (I know I can only tell the two apart because your rectum is marginally more attractive). In conclusion, Jesus loves you: more specifically, Jesus loves to watch you get anally raped by a horse insofar that you obtain severe internal injuries and die.
And, finally, Sr. Nikolai:
Allah knows not the meaning of 'to bathe.'
I hope I have addressed all queries and concerns.