Wash: Well, I wash my hands of it. It's a hopeless case. I'll read a nice poem at the funeral. Something with imagery. Zoe: You could lock the door and keep the power-hungry maniac at bay. Wash: Oh, no, I'm starting to like this poetry idea now. Here lies my beloved Zoe, my autumn flower, somewhat less attractive now she's all corpsified and gross...
'Shindig'
Due South: Mountie Fetishists Anon!
We first came to this thread on the trail of a Mountie and his partner. For reasons (slash) that, well, don't need exploring at this juncture (slash), we have remained, attached as fans of the (slash) show.