And to think I was admiring your kindly patience just this morning.
He will hand out compliments to anyone who will listen. Then his window will fly open and trinkets of unparalleled wisdom will come reigning down on all of us FReeper peons.
The rhythm of parsley's activity is now predictable.
Rude, mocking behavior. Then know-it-all posts. Then sweet as pie behavior to make everyone like him again.
Watch. It is as predictable as the sun rising.
It is the patience born of cold nights when lonely men struggled to keep their fires lit...No, wait, that’s whats on the Yukon Jack bottle...
parsy, who has a bottle somewhere....
I think it was patlin who called me an inhuman fiend...
parsy, who could be wrong...