ridicule may be a shield, but it is not a weapon.
Scratch a lover, and find a foe.
Work is the province of cattle.
Everybody's got their troubles.
Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do.)
This is me apologizing. I am a fool, a bird-brain, a liar and a horse-thief. I wouldn't touch a superlative again with an umbrella.