Jafo...you know my heart's in the right place, although my silverware seems not to be.
Yeah, and I had nothing to do with its disappearance. though I do recall seeing somewhere that that was attributed to me.
Well to set the record straight... sod off, it wasn't me. As I recall, when I was invited to dinner, and Anne cooked my favourite, curried cabbage, you made me eat out back with the dog... nowhere near yer preshus silverware. No!! All I got was a bowl on the back patio... and a wooden spoon to eat with.
And another thing I thought was cruel, was when I couldn't hold onto one any longer and the dog was yelping and scratching at the back door, and you wouldn't let him in. Man's best friend, eh??
I f***ing hate the new site, by the way. But I realize when there is only one flavor of Kool-Aid to drink, Imma gonna drink it when I get thirsty.
That's pretty much it, isn't it. It's pretty much like the only pub in town, and you hate the decor.... if you wanna beer badly enough, you'll sit in it.
