It seldom pays to be rude. It never pays to be only half-rude.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
It seldom pays to be rude. It never pays to be only half-rude.
The Octopus Tell me, O Octopus, I begs Is those things arms, or is they legs? I marvel at thee,…
Sonnet All we need is fourteen lines, well, thirteen now, and after this one just a dozen to launch a…
Fear not those who argue but those who dodge.