Maybe He's Not College-smart, But He's Smart

I Have Always Been An Obsessive Reader - I Remember Going Back And Forth To The Local Library With Stacks Of Books Taller Than I Was.

Women. You'll Interpret Anything As Love. You See A Man Wearing An Idiotic Expression, And You Assume He's Been Struck By Cupid's Arrow When In Reality, He's Digesting A Bad Turnip.

Recently Mr. Mawdsley’s Donkey Escaped From His Stall, Raced Down The Road, And Somehow Found His Way Into An Enclosed Pasture. Mr. Caird’s Prized Mare Was Innocently Grazing When The Ill-bred Seducer Had His Way With Her. Now It Appears The Mare Has Conceived, And A Feud Is Raging Between Caird, Who Demands Financial Compensation, And Mawdsley, Who Insists That Had The Pasture Fencing Been In Better Repair, The Clandestine Meeting Would Never Have Occurred. Worse Still, It Has Been Suggested That The Mare Is A Shameless Lightskirt And Did Not Try Nearly Hard Enough To Preserve Her Virtue.

Where Are We Going?” Annabelle Asked, Resisting His Hold On Her Wrist. “to The House. If They’re Not Willing To Be Witnesses, Then It Seems I’ll Have To Debauch You In Front Of Someone Else.

Tell Me About Our Legal Issues. And Use Small Words. I Don't Like To Think At This Hour Of The Morning. It Hurts." ~leo To Merripen