That line from the father's song in Mary Poppins, where he's going on about how nothing can go wrong, in Britain in 1910. That's about the point I realized the boy was gonna die in a trench.
Quote from: LMNO on December 01, 2014, 12:58:45 PM
I sacrificed myself for that post. 12:30 AM, finishing a bottle of red wine, knowing full well I had a 5:00 AM alarm set. - But the post had to be written. - And I writ it. - So it be wrote. - Now I am at work.
Kill me.