I love you... even though I'm living in some perverted reality in which I've taken on the name of an obnoxious cartoon also ran...

I love you... even though I once received an email concerning possibly inappropriate (allegedly?)  subject matter in one of my posts... I didn't care... because I love you PtR and Friends...

Yes... I have been drinking... Long Island Iced Tea. I chose that particular drink because on top of my desire to to defile myself this nocturn, it tastes like lemonade, which hearkens back to my days trying to peddle yellow kool-aid to strangers who may or may not have wanted me in their car... 

That's beside the point, because this love fest is a celebration of my appreciation for a forum in which I (nay, all of us...) irreverently foam at the mouth whilst we claim to be basketball experts. All of that doesn't even matter right now... because hetero man love it's what's on the menu!

None of you actually know the real me, which is good because that's totally the most emo thing I'm going to say in this alcohol fueled reverie. 

By the way, it's totally cool that I'm the only one participating in this very bizarre profession of love to a website, because we all know damn well that without the bastion of hope it represents during our work week, we'd all probably kill ourselves or do something irrational, like start some kind of Spurs themed Jonestown... where we'd kill ourselves or do something irrational, like start some kind of Spurs themed Jonestown... 

That's totally cool. Because I love you, PtR and Friends, and it needs to be said by somebody, even if it's after a night of "enhanced socialization". 

Don't anyone try to make me feel embarrassed by bringing this love menagerie up a year from now, because I totally know what I'm doing. That's right, I'm saying something that needs to be said to all of us PtR brethren who unknowingly give each other something to look forward to on any given day. Hell, we might have even prevented a crime or something by providing something for our more flighty, dangerous members to read. Or maybe we provoked one... I still love you anyways...

I have deduced through the process of deduction that I am one of the youngest members actively posting on this site, so all of you PtR'ers might be saying "This guy doesn't know what love is. All he does is come on here and spout off at the mouth every week or so, and we all put up with it because he made us laugh once,  before he left us alone to go back to his comic books."

You could say that... but you'd be wrong. I go back to my graphic novels...  

I don't want to make this awkward or anything, because a profession of love between consenting adults should always be treated seriously, so I'll just sum it up by saying:

"I love you PtR and Friends, I want to scream it from the rooftops. Hell, I'd scream it from space if the vacuum wouldn't kill us all... Thank you for giving us all a place to go when we don't feel like doing our work."

Now... can I crash on your couch?