We ALL know the answer to that question.
"I just want the one word you refuse to say."
(Another update- the investigation is still "ongoing", which I am pretty sure they just say, especially to people like me that are up their asses every two minutes. Of course, I think that I could solve this crime better & fatser. It has taken more self control than I care to admit to let them do the job. However, with many deep breaths followed by manic outbursts, we are all getting there slowly.
I think you will be so proud to know that I handed in all of my phone/text/email records to the Chief yesterday. I have simply had enough of everyone looking at me like I have 3 fuckin heads. DONE. I offered to turn over my sexy-time box, assuring him that only my and Shamus's prints would be on the vibrators/condoms/etc./etc. He swears that won't be necessary but I'd rather be safe than sorry. I am walked over and pushed and proded constantly. It was only a matter of time before I couldn't take it anymore. I feel very empowered and no matter what- I have nothing to hide. Bring it Shamus. I'm done crying over you now. It's on M%&^r F%^*er!!!
*** Clearly this new computer doesn't have spell check or auto complete. I'm fucked.***