-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.2 Feb 2004

Imagine the delights that would ensue after I blunder all over a hapless teenager's poeme sporting The Maturity Harness. When the piffling dunce inevitably flies into a rage, blindly accusing me of being rude or immature or a HATER or whatever, I can calmly point to shining buckles and bizarre protrusions of The Maturity Harness and say, "Forget it, kid. It's Chinatown."