merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again
I've married a friggin horse. And he bites.
Then, with an enormous rush of meadow-filled wind, the green candle went out, and my best friend died.
So I was beginning my new life as a anomaly, which figured about as much as it sucked.
He was chugging brown pop from a can Jack had handed him while he stuffed nacho cheese Doritos in his face. I was glad to see he looked lots better, almost completely like himself, which proves Doritos and brown pop really are health foods.
I prefer my water in wine form.