Category: this royal battle

I lose my patience in the crest of a distinctly poor run against Mr. Pink. He’s held over me for six months. Today it’s making trips to bail himself out on the river, then cooling me off with AA versus TPTK. Yet the irritation is not about one grinning opponent’s luck. I had gone to…

O that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England That do no work to-day! I have always been Westmoreland, always waiting for the right moment or wanting something else or needing something better to make it go. It would have been a fine ethic if I had lived a…