I am spoilt...
Why I don't know?
It sure isn't my
winning ways, my svelte like figure, my engaging conversation.
It could be because I'm an oik, say it like it is, or to be more precise... say it like I see it.
The man never ceases to be amazed at the many and various conversations I get into with all and sundry who happen to cross my path... I wouldn't mind but I'm not even Irish!
I have the desire to clap
everyone to my ample bosom and give 'em a hug. That in my world is the answer to the world's ills... mind you I would draw the line
everyone to my ample bosom and give 'em a hug. That in my world is the answer to the world's ills... mind you I would draw the line
at Trump.
I suppose I'm not
all bad...
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