Opening his remarks with that gentle cough of his that sounds like a very old sheep clearing its throat on a misty mountain top, he said, ``You wished to see me sir?''
Printable View
Opening his remarks with that gentle cough of his that sounds like a very old sheep clearing its throat on a misty mountain top, he said, ``You wished to see me sir?''
I was so darned sorry for poor old Corky that I hadn't the heart to touch my breakfast. I told Jeeves to drink it himself.
Quality :happy:Quote:
Originally Posted by JPaul
It is most absurdly said, in popular language, of any man, that he is disguised in liquor; for, on the contrary, most men are disguised by sobriety.
The harsh, useful things of the world, from pulling teeth to digging potatoes, are best done by men who are as starkly sober as so many convicts in the death-house, but the lovely and useless things, the charming and exhilarating things, are best done by men with, as the phrase is, a few sheets in the wind.
Tis the same with women, although we don't do 'useless' things.
I can't believe I typed that with a straight face. :lol:
think of a word ending in 'ing'
He trusted neither of them as far as he could spit, and he was a poor spitter, lacking both distance and control.
i should stop getting drunk in the pub every nighting
That must have been quite painfull.Quote:
Originally Posted by Everose