If, the girl whispers, I do not go into the fire I will not be able to live with my soul. -Adrienne Rich, "Leaflets"
While I don't know what you're referring to in specific, I heartily agree with your assertion. Or are you talking about a loss of equilibrium on a certain stool...?
You know very well to what I am referring...the falling off of the stool and the splashing of the beer.
Oh come on! I washed the jeans the next morning.. all good as new *grins* You are not a jack arse.
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