The Divine Ms M: 'Number two'
Adolesence must really be a As I was walking a' alane, I heard twa corbies makin' a mane. The tane untae the tither did say, Whaur sail we gang and dine the day, O. Whaur sail we gang and dine the day? It's in ahint yon auld fail dyke I wot there lies a new slain knight; And naebody kens that he lies there But his hawk and his hound, and his lady fair, O. But his hawk and his hound, and his lady fair. His hound is to the hunting gane His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady ta'en anither mate, So we may mak' our dinner swate, O. So we may mak' our dinner swate. Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pike oot his bonny blue e'en Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek oor nest when it grows bare, O. We'll theek oor nest when it grows bare. There's mony a ane for him maks mane But nane sail ken whaur he is gane O'er his white banes when they are bare The wind sail blaw for evermair, O. The wind sail blaw for evermair.'.....
Remember when you said this about me;
Use your self-described 'superior education', come down to earth for once, and search 'why do people ask a question they already know the answer to'.
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My sample clearly proves what LNers have known all along: You're two-faced. And shallow. But hey, thanks so much for whatever hope you think you are capable of bestowing on others. I really appreciate it. No, really..
You must really be frustrated.... Wouldn't you just love to show me up in front of everybody? Yeah, sure you would.... So, why don't you just do it. Tell us all what's wrong with the combined timeline of Markham, Bowley, Callaway and Davenport and show me where I went wrong.... Go on then... have at it. You can do it, can't you?
