A good time was had by all. Even the good ol' boy and the Good Samaritan, proving they are good men and true. Along came the good for nothing goody two shoes, who got up out of the wrong side of the bed.
"Keep a stiff upper lip." He said (something about monkey business "on the wagon"). "I have no clue that flattery will get you nowhere, so open the floodgates, and pursue flotsam and jetsam."
So what do you think (dear reader), did we hit or miss, or hit the nail on the head. Or, perhaps, did we just hit pay dirt. We attempted to hitch our wagon to a shooting star, but sowed wild oats among sour grapes instead. In doing so, we did not mean to pull the wool out from under your eyes, but may have inadvertently pulled a rabbits leg out of a hat.
I'm going to ask you to read between the lines as I describe the real McCoy, resulting in rats abandoning this sinking ship.
The bottom line is this: by and large, we're here to call a spade a spade despite our foot-in-mouth disease, as we address the great unwashed.
This hoi polloi can't hold a candle to the limelight, so do not fret, just lay another egg as we lead you by the nose.
