And then I gave up wild women.
And now, spiritous drinks are off the table.
I'm not sure there's much left. Does that mean I'm perfect? Well, I could give up swearing. And outbursts. And laughing at the wrong things.
I doubt the jury is out on the kilt-thing. It's just that I'm in glorious oblivion on that one, but not to worry. I'm still too fat to fit in them.
-- text tapped from a virtual keyboard. You found misspellings? Imagine that. Get over it.