Tom, you may PM me at will.
But gently, two at a time jams my Kindle for at least half an hour.
Thanks for the congratulations.
I will process the wonder of it all at my leisure.
I must leave you now, for the supermarket cries out to me and a .50 cent bean sale waits for no man. I lust for black eyed peas and such a lust cannot be denied. For what is a man without beans but a man without gas to blame on the dog. Fair is fair. The flatulent little bastard has been farting up a storm and giving me dirty looks. Vengence is nigh and will soon come to pass from between the butt cheeks of Justice. Alas, farting is such sweet sorrow. Beans today, gas tomorrow. I need some sleep. I need some coffee. I need, therefore I am. Fark Shakespeare, this crap is easy. Whether it is nobler to take the b.s. or sling it right back at them. Gotta be careful there.
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