Protesteth How doth one protesteth a petty injustice, when one’s very sustenance is at stake? “Mummy? Whilst thou giveth me mine cookie?” Ah, to babble, perchance to speak? Perhaps whence mine age becometh two. Advertisements Share this:Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
Forsooth ye gods of mischief!