As I am convinced, it’s the dog meat in those patties that now cause me to bark and bite, instead of milk and moo like everyone who has eaten those delicious Tastee patties in the vicinity of JC – Go Fervet! LOL!
Everton, I am terrible sorry that you had to find out that I am a virtual resident of ward 21. Hence, crazy days keep me sane. You were a true gentleman to a damsel in distress, so suave, so debonair, so courteous. But I see, I hear, I smell, I feel the presence of ‘The Green Eyed Monster’
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss,
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger:
But O, what damnèd minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!
Mad House Musings
I am willing to fight for my honour and dignity at all costs, I don’t care if I get placed in solitary confinement. Someone must eat crow.
SHYLOCK: The pound of flesh which I demand of him Is deerely bought, 'tis mine, and I will haue it
Well, King of the hill, Kent Holiday, from where I am standing, my firebrand scallywag fingers are certainly not crushing your big white teeth, can you feel the excruciating pain.? More disturbingly, is that a professed Blue Boyz would choose the colour of a get out of jail card to be is green rather than blue. You are right, I gallivanted, consorted and caroused with those other boys, in other words, yes, man filled my head for the first three years of high school; it’s a wonder I can even spell my name, Jezebel - Beguile de beguiled….and the dish ran away with the spoon.. puberty and its virtues of raging hormones gone wild!...Oh how, the cow jumped over the moon!
