To be or not to be, or is it to use or not to use, methinks upon Portia's sweet breast, if the latter be true, the quality of mercy will not go easily into the goodnight, alas...they will wish their kingdoms for a horse, lest their ass's be stripped of a pound of flesh...where the whole world is a stage....for to use or not to use is the eternal question...
Well...there's a conversation starter if I ever saw one...
His mother blinked and smiled, "I haven't always been a farm girl, you know. I did grow up in Toronto-a few blocks from Church Street. And back then the gay clubs never checked ID. In fact I met your father in one."
West choked on his sandwich, and his dad glanced up from where he was kneeling in surprise. "You did not!" he stated flatly.
Can someone wake Blake the F’up?
I see a density comparable to concrete….
And for gods sake get Kenny to his bedroom and don’t forget the sanitary wipes…..
Thank you for this heartwarming, poignant chapter. It was a treat to read with my breakfast!!!
As long as future chapters come when they are ready, we will be patiently waiting...no rush please, as all good things come to those who wait!!
I consider this to be one of Mancunian's seminal stories, well-written and thoroughly enjoyable. For those of you who find this enjoyable, I highly recommend reading the rest of his works.