Munch on my forbidden fruit.
Antiquis temporibus, nati tibi similes in rupibus ventosissimis exponebantur ad necem.
Some of them want to use you, some of them want to be used by you/Some of them want to abuse you, some of them want to be abused.
Sorry to say that I'm going to be doing nothing more than reading when and if I'm ever on here. See the blog on my user page for slightly more info. Arrivederci..
I believe that the most dangerous weapon to man is a silver tongue.
Music "enthusiast", a weirdly nice guy to talk to, has a hat rack, active imagination yet weak at applying it into words, tries to do things while "in the moment" and not thinkthings through.
I'm that teen-aged Yorkshireman with the vast collection of hats and a pair of mutton chops.