Mr. Manners
My Lady Wonder Wench is trying to improve my table manners. Frustrating. She says I should be more communicative, but then she asks me a question when I have half a hamburger in my mouth, and she tells me I shouldn't talk with my mouth full. I like the words of Big Louie...his own bad self: "Tis better to burp and bear the shame, than not to burp and bear the pain." But it's when I pick my teeth that I get the ultimate sarcastic comment...the sarcasm equivalent of the raised center finger...one raised eyebrow...and silence. It's awful.