Told the guy, i told him, let's see who's laughing now that the glove's on the other foot, and he's all, dude, go home, but who's going to fill the boot? I mean, let's all go ahead and maypole and prevaricate about the bush all we want, but in the end of it all, one of us is going to have to face down and knuckle all these little people, right? I mean the fairies, right, not like the little-people little people, because I'm not some kind of, like, midgetist or whatever. But someone's gotta, you know, get these fairies in hand and, like, take care of them...
My keyboard feels like cinnamon tastes. (I may be in the wrong thread.)