Party on; I'm off to my other life... Originally Posted by TravelingGentlemanTwo lives...one in the ivory tower, one in the slums...
Too bad, really...
One doesn't need to be born into nobility to become a gentleman - Foxy and I come from quite similar backgrounds - with a few notable exceptions; I've done more jail time than she has, she had (and still has) at least *one* parent, and she didn't spend her formative years stealing food out of peoples' garbage cans to survive.You can take the boy out of the trailer park, but ...
I suspect that by comparison, you were born with the silver spoon up your ass. I'm proud of my Grey Poupon because I earned it, and use those high-class seeds like bath salts so that I take bubble mustard baths. Originally Posted by TravelingGentleman
Hunts would be funnier than Heinz, especially if it's preceded by an adjective ending in 'ic', such as pathetic or septic. Originally Posted by chicagoboy