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However I firmly refuse to ever EVER barbe-crush Haus. Sabers at dawn in a pit, spittle gob dangling at noon, the entire Ring Cycle in one painfully long transdimensional evening, and even flung cocktails at closing...perhaps-ably.
But... Don't you get the feeling that if you barbe-crushed Haus, that it would seem right and perfect at the time, but later, he would stagger outside into the rain, (which, funnily enough, wasn't falling earlier) fall to his knees, scream, and turn into Hausus?
Then we'd really be in trouble.
Right, anyway, enough of being silly...
I don't know who I really barbecrush, because there are many, but I have to second Justrix re: xk when ze says "i love how thoughtful you are" - because, well, you are.
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