Oh yay! Such thrill for thou will readest nothing but pure and sheer no wit coming out of the cerebral cortex of my brain. How doth my brain not worketh? Yesterday, company I walked out of the house and spent the day with my niece. Today, subjected to the trivial workings of a mere peasant cleaning the less than humble abode or another of the like meaning swapping the deck of a shithole. Boy, am I in a stinker of the mood. The hot chocolate has not made me any happier.
If I were a bobcat and a gazelle, I would so pounce. Jeez, just the thought of that. My goodness, I have some pent up anger.
Me thinkst that I breaketh now because I am not in the least bit interested in attempting to delight or inspire some wit. - MEOW MEOW
