maybe i'm just happy to see my friend, brad there.
this sounds threatening.
i have love all over. i even have love for you, friend.
well --
well you lost me with the last couple of cocktail words spoken, m'boy, but i believe it's that sort of love. sounds nice to me.
a very chatty-kind, you do, indeed, it seems.
and i'm listening avidly, fellow.
you're a friend of the family i presume?
nothing special, just a spoke in the wheel.
might of been before my time.
like you said.
but you're alright now, so what's the what?
that's right.
brad, dear?
who was it that said: "a man of genius has seldom been ruined but by himself."
it was the lovely samuel johnson who also spoke of a fella "who was not only dull but a cause of dullness in others."
picky, picky.
things go round 'n round, don't they?
this sounds sad as a weeping willow.
shall we drink to that?
"why don't you shut the fuck up," is me to you, chapter right here, verse right now.
mmm.hmm.
why don't you run along now friend, your dessert is getting cold.
stay that way.
you seem the sort of person who confuses the two.
brad, honey, you have a special secret crush over here i think, don't take him too lovely -- he might get hurt --
gently, son --
"it's a dangerous thing to confuse chidlren with angels"