Mrs. Wife Lady says it's a late passport, expired, fallen to the bottom of the phyling kabinet and it's sole 'as departed this mortal coil. Gorn to the great Civil Servant in the Corridors of Power
perhaps a litle more "pause" would improve your disposition!
And, I am, because I am.
So there!
Hmm, this becoming a little bit "schoolyardy" what?
Yeh dl, oldand's "the great Civil Servant in the Corridors of Power"; that's me!
That does not mean you have your finger on the pulse and a job for all eternity BoGoWo. What is given with the right hand can be taken back with the left.
well, even if it can, I'm already used to getting what's "left"!
It can if you have butterfingers. Stands to reason.
Butterfingers?What sort of superstitious nonesense is that? And my disposition - and paws - are very foine thankee very much!
So - we believe our wife lady without recourse to our own eyes, do we, Mr OAK?!
Desperately trying to get my "finger" on the "pulse";
Hey Montana, clean out your paste buffer, and get a new phrase!
Just coz you think you're a cowboy Montana with them thar sixguns and a palomino pony and a bottle of Red Eye, don't mean you cain't be wrong, coz youse is Pilgrim. And they say butter wouldn't melt in youse mouth.
You are just contradicting! That's not an arguent!
Nor even an argument, Palomino...I mean Montana!
Arguent ? M before E except after tea
Butter WOULD melt in your mouth!
'Tisn't. I SAID. It's a contradiction. An argument needs premises and conclusions and such.
Butter would never melt in your mouth. That's just an old wives tale.
