I need a leg of mutton. A bucket of grog. Some lusty women.
A roaring fire in my fire place. Grease dripping from my chin.
And my court Jesters, cavorting like fools, across my Great Room floor.
Boys, I hate Cancer. A diabolical predator trying to steal the lives of honorable people.
A roaring fire in my fire place. Grease dripping from my chin.
And my court Jesters, cavorting like fools, across my Great Room floor.
Boys, I hate Cancer. A diabolical predator trying to steal the lives of honorable people.