AnnaKissedMe

As honest as the days are short and the nights are long, with all the malice of a Labrador but only half the sense. Thank dog they're clever gods or I'd be shit outta luck. It's true that Mrs Malaprop is a creosote Genie and the Rev. Spooner could have made a sidey tum, but he was atime of his head. Lyricism? I wish! Maybe I'll swallow a lyre (but never a liar) and we'll see, but don't wait up: that bus may never come.

Profane is not my middle name - I don't have one; it is my first and last, and any other. Choose as you please, or call me sleaze, for what's in a name?