No Kyle, I don't believe you. That's just an empty ex-lesbian promise. I can spot one a mile away. Remember, my mother's an ex-lesbian. Yes, I know, and I honor her for forsaking lesbianism twenty-four years ago when ex-lesbians were rarely acknowledged except at bowling tournaments. Here, look at my *****. It's wild and uncared for, like a Coke machine that sells only Sprite. Yes, I know.