That is ever the way. Tis all jealousy to the bride and good wishes to the corpse.
His lordship may compel us to be equal upstairs but there will never be...
What we used to say was whoever had the bow tie got to lead the band. There...
My primary school teacher once poured a bottle of curdled school milk forcefully down my throat. Then I threw it up all over her suede shoes. I'd rather have drunk from the spittoon in Barney's barber shop.
