Lord Borr, with a lot of thrashing and flailing, got out of his coat and threw it into the rows of desk.
"SNIFF MY COAT," he demanded. "Tell me what you smell! EVERY one gets a smell! SMELL IT."
__________________  Someone unimportant whose name slips my memory made this signature. Twas Lady Borr who did it, sir! Boor's bringin' sexy back and yall just hatin' Kingston: Marry me my lord. We're perfect for each other. |