When In Doubt, Lean To The Side

A Bad Year And A Bad Month To All The Backbiting Bitches In The World!.

Oh Senor" Said The Niece. "your Grace Should Send Them To Be Burned (books), Just Like All The Rest, Because It's Very Likely That My Dear Uncle, Having Been Cured Of The Chivalric Disease, Will Read These And Want To Become A Shepherd And Wander Through The Woods And Meadows Singing And Playing And, What Would Be Even Worse, Become A Poet, And That, They Say, Is An Incurable And Contagious Disease.

But My Thoughts Ran A Wool-gathering; And I Did Like The Countryman, Who Looked For His Ass While He Was Mounted On His Back.

It Will Be Seen In The Frying Of The Eggs.

El Pan Comido Y La Compan? |a Deshecha. With The Bread Eaten, The Company Breaks Up.