March is the best month of the year. March 8 is the best day of the month. ‘Cause I say so, that’s why.
February is to months what catapults are to seige engines - a pale imitation of the real thing and nowhere close to the magnificence of the Trebuchet!
So there - February is nowhere close to the magnificence of the Trebuchet.
I have spoken.
Hey! I tell you what I'm gonna give you, Tinwe. I'm gonna give you to the count of 10 to get your ugly, yellow, no-good keister off my property before I pump you full of donuts! One, two, ten.
So let it be written, so let it be done.
Now I am off to figure out St. Brigids crosses.