In response Ingwe casts his gaze across the room and smiles; 4 of his harem spent and sleeping in various poses on leather furniture. The smell of pipe tobacco and brandy was muted, yet lingered still..... He thought of the rest and sighed, "A Poobah's work is never done....."
I am..........disturbed.
Concerning the difference between man and the jackass: some observers hold that there isn't any. But this wrongs the jackass. -Twain
