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3 comments:
Are you a pirate?
Em-for the love of _____, well for love in general.....be like the woman in Jerry McQuire who states at the end..."boys may be the enemy but I still love the enemy"...remember, Jerry (redemption) comes in and says..."I want my wife"....
Have hope, for God's sake, it is a new year..
Tom
I'm not a pirate . . . yet. I'm working on it as my next career path.
And Tom, silly . . . well, ur, boy, I like to vent on the internet. Certainly we have figured this out by now. If it were anything major, it wouldn't be written about anyhow. Cause people sometimes read this shit.
And yes, I still love the enemy.
And need some sort of parrot.
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