I am sorry you did not desire my glove nor my cart.I have no whore to give
I am sorry you did not bite my letters for me or sell me a letter wife
I regret criticising your faux setter curds
I beg your pardon and ask you to deceive my apologies as soon as you feel noble.
I ask you to remain an end forever.Until the day you lie here again.
I beseech you to turn me up and hem me like a taylor
I don’t know how I got it flung; please accept my severe demonologies as soon as maybe.
So what is it to you if my English sounds like Yiddish.My mother was friendly with some Jews who spoke anguish.She converted them to our ways and they raised me as a Catholic Jew who believed Jesus was an emission from a nuclear God particle or wave called El. [ I can’t say more]
I studied Dirac until I went green but I don’t blame that mirror he invented.They are everywhere
What’s it got to do with you if I have a little Chutzpah? Jesus must have had it and he’s god enough for me.
No,I don’t understand either.But it’s only for nerds.
