Thus says tommy, the washerwoman who hasn't ever gotten any closer to Darla than he is right now. That is, message board washerwoman close. However, I have been out with Darla in New York City and I can say without a doubt that her tantalizing, tempting tresses are simply to die for and people of both genders are simply agog when ever Darla enters a room. To be seen with Darla in Mid-town Manhattan is pure bliss: other women cherish her hair and more than one woman has remarked on how beautiful Darls elegant, rich, thick, hair is and of course the men all wait jealously for her to release the man whose arm she clings to so they can sidle up and just get a whiff of her perfume. To be with Darla makes a man proud to be alive. She is no ordinary woman and when I am with her, I feel better than I have any right to feel. She is surely the most comely combination of brains and beauty I have ever had the pleasure to know.
Unfortunately, tom has no personal experience whatsoever with Darla, he does not know her, has never met her, and has spent about 5 years here lying about how well he ever knew her. Surely a man who had to inflate his interactions with someone, who he never had such interactions with, is clearly delusional and seeking some kind of attention by association. But when faced with the exquisite and enthralling Darla, he has nothing but derogatory things to say. Of course, what else could he do, he has lusted after Darla for years form behind his washboard but she wouldn't even grace him with her dirty laundry, let alone let him touch her lustrous, alluring locks. Poor tempestuous tommy, he's so jealous and desirous of the least little attention from Darla his posts are almost appearing in green.
