Aging Boomer, unplugged 60s guitarist/singer. Unequivocally atheistic.
He had to leave town. In a hurry. He was very unpopular with the powers-that-were.
A regular man of mush, isn’t he? ;-)
After a quick tour de first floor!
Stout fellow. Of course, it is to laugh.
Schadenfreude, thy name is “Bernice”.
Avast, ye scurvy bilge rat! Gather ye loot else feel me boot!
Joe is remarkably good-natured. I’m a mizzabull bastid and would not have come back home without what is mine.
Call me foolish, call me irresponsible, but I’d start shopping at a different supermarket, Sedine.
I always know if I’m not in my own bed.
How much more so when you yourself dish out food to the public?