Never envy a man his lady. Behind it all lays a living hell.

I tell you such fine music waits in the shadows of hell.

animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. neither do I. maybe that's why we get along

You are very easily exasperated, my dear. If you're a leaf trembling on a wide, deep river, relax and ride the current. It's always worked for me, I assure you.

(by the way . . . I realize I switch from present to past tense, and if you don't like it . . . ram a nipple up your scrotum. -printer: leave this in.)

Elf Envy...they all had it.