"Oh, is that my report, father?' said Mike, with a sort of sickly interest, much as a dog about to be washed might evince in his
Sober or blotto, this is your motto: keep muddling through.
~ P. G. Wodehouse ~
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Sober or blotto, this is your motto: keep muddling through.
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