Bollocks
In Which Your Humble Blogger looks for the connection, and finds only balls.
In Which Your Humble Blogger looks for the connection, and finds only balls.
In Which Your Humble Blogger catches up. Briefly.
In Which Your Humble Blogger rants, rants, rants, rants, rants, rants, rants.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a problem.
In Which the LORD gives Solomon wisdom, as he promised him; Your Humble Blogger received no such promise and thus has no complaint.
In Which is revealed the true criteria by which Your Humble Blogger judges a book.
In Which Your Humble Blogger works IVSRs into an irrelevant Book Report. Haven’t you missed the IVSRs? I know I have.
In Which Your Humble Blogger skirts the etymological fallacy.
In Which Your Humble Blogger got to read most of the good parts, because I cheated.
In Which Your Humble Blogger particularly enjoys the whole bizarre convention of formality amongst navvies of the better sort.