Hello, Clarice - what we've got here is failure to communicate.
Four score and seven years ago, I wrote my own essay as the boy stood on the burning deck. 'Out, out damned spot!' I shouted my barbaric yawp from the rooftops of the world. From the roof, I saw a little silhouetto of a man (Scaramouche), so I made him an offer he couldn't refuse. His wife walked in beauty like the night, and she wore a raspberry beret. Little did I know that she was a maniac (maniac!) on the floor.
The next day, when the sun also rises, I came not to praise Caesar, but to bury him (he was a man of infinite jest) in the cold, cold ground. The cops showed up, and I told them I didn't need no stinking badges. They arrested me and put me in jail, then called my pappy to throw my bail. When I got out, I travelled all around this great big world and saw all kinds of girls - one of them would always have Paris, and another one got her to a nunnery.
I'd write more, but I'm having an old friend for dinner.
Boru
Four score and seven years ago, I wrote my own essay as the boy stood on the burning deck. 'Out, out damned spot!' I shouted my barbaric yawp from the rooftops of the world. From the roof, I saw a little silhouetto of a man (Scaramouche), so I made him an offer he couldn't refuse. His wife walked in beauty like the night, and she wore a raspberry beret. Little did I know that she was a maniac (maniac!) on the floor.
The next day, when the sun also rises, I came not to praise Caesar, but to bury him (he was a man of infinite jest) in the cold, cold ground. The cops showed up, and I told them I didn't need no stinking badges. They arrested me and put me in jail, then called my pappy to throw my bail. When I got out, I travelled all around this great big world and saw all kinds of girls - one of them would always have Paris, and another one got her to a nunnery.
I'd write more, but I'm having an old friend for dinner.
Boru
‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax
