I hate you all.
Do you harbour ill feelings? Well then...the quay to good humor is a reefer. So, for now I'm going to submarine this thread - let me know when it is safe to pier above the waterline again.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Seas-r, not to praise him.
The eels that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;