He’s not joking. And stop calling him Shirley.
Well. He was being randy so I thought I’d put him in his place.
My place? I HAVE A PLACE??
You are the Earl of my heart.
Well, we all know he can be a bit of a Richard sometimes for reasons known only to him. Although, as this thread title suggests, there may very well be limits to what we can truly know. (See what I did there? Just trying to stay relevant to the thread topic. )
This makes more sense than anything I have ever read, heard, or thought…and that disturbs me immeasurably.
Edit Those who know don’t say, and those who say don’t know
I don’t say it enough, Tin. But you’re a hull of a guy!
Hmmm… … That could explain that hollow “thump” echo sound whenever I bump my hip on the kitchen counter. But - hey - what do I know?.. (shrugging shoulders)…