Porkchops And Bacon, My Two

Being Eaten By A Crocodile Is Just Like Going To Sleep...in A Giant Blender.

It Is Not Right To Glory In The Slain

And When Long Years And Seasons Wheeling Brought Around That Point Of Time Ordained For Him To Make His Passage Homeward, Trials And Dangers, Even So, Attended Him Even In Ithaca, Near Those He Loved.

I Can't Even Say The Word 'titmouse' Without Giggling Like A Schoolgirl.

Who Hearkens To The Gods, The Gods Give Ear.