Bring in the bottled lightning, a clean tumbler, and a corkscrew.
"Drink with me, my dear," said Mr. Weller. "Put your lips to this here tumbler, and then I can kiss you by deputy."
Bringing up children, she thought, was like pouring ginger beer into a tumbler. All went well up to a certain point, and then it all frothed over the top.
Authorization is only required to store your personal settings and favorites.
Log in with:
Use this code for embedding the Quote anywhere
