Another bluff called, another panty wearin' liberal folds. It's so easy that it's not fun. Was it the demand that Snowy back up her charges, or the fact that she'd have to do it all by her little lonesome?
Could it matter? In the end came the usual feeble excuses and the hasty exit – and a hearty "Hi-Ho Silver" from me, of course.
They spend half their days hurling charges, and the other half fabricating them, but they never figure they might have to justify them sometime, because in their world, someone oinks, and the other pigs squeal in agreement.
But it's over for me, back to all insults all the time. Louts never learn, and as Snowdrift and Bobo have repeatedly demonstrated, they never feel shame.
Because they can't.
They don't think, therefore they're not.