Why, O painter mine, I had, on observing your behavior with the the rubber Edwarda, concluded that thou hadest dumpested me, and sought only to gather to me a support group, in this time of my deepest sorrow. As for having called out to my (male) friends from the fair Edwarda's address, why, Sir, it is there I spied you engaging in your pefidious behavior, and, overcome with emotion, had need of calling out without delay!
I have no information at all, Sir, that might lead me to believe Sir Chuzz could be found at her location; no information, that is, beyond the simple fact that she hogs all the dudes. |
