dlowan wrote:patiodog wrote:A lady can't properly die of consumption with PAPER TOWELS!
So true - so true!
It is good to see that, beneath thy Trampish exterior, beats the heart of a pedigree pooch!
Just because it hurts to pee and Godot still hasn't come doesn't mean that I have to abandon all the trappings of civility. Without we maintain that illusion, we'll simply fall prey to the liminal and savage experience, which would just lead to pleasure, which would just lead to the expectation of continued pleasure, which would just lead to abject disappointment when the trapped closed on our wild leg. As we gnawed that skin and tendons around the knee, we'd surely miss the comfort of clean kerchiefs, aged whisky, and dusty books. It would do just as well to be neutered like a pet dog, I should think.