Happy New Year from Commune Team Risqué. We can’t promise to be saner in the coming year, but we certainly promise to keep having fun. You should make that same promise …
Spread Some Risque Love Around
Risque Love … possibly better
Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O no; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;It is the star to every wandering bark,Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle’s compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.If this be error and upon me proved,I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Sonnet #116 from Famous Brit Bill
Yeah, well, so Shakespeare was probably a bit more erudite than “Ink,” but you know, Nibbles probably didn’t even care.
