I define love for our purpose as the passion of one being for another in the hope of being loved in return.Source Unknown
Song Anatole of Paris
- Pa was forced to be a hobo
Because he played the oboe
And the oboe it is clearly understood
Is an ill wind that nobody blows good
- And why do I sew each new chapeau
With a style they most look positively grim in?
Strictly between us, entre-nous
I hate women.