Friday, January 21, 2011
”If you disregard my suit, dear,
Broken, hopeless, I shall be –
Dead all my desire to live, dear,
Speak that welcome “yes” to me.”
THAT'S ENOUGH OF THAT CRAP! This poor @%$&^ better hope all his pleading and groveling doesn’t result in marriage. She’ll have him by the short hairs for life.
My advice to him: “RUN!”
My advice to her: “Get over it and lay off the laudanum.
