I am the son / I am the heir

I woke up too late for lunch, spent the afternoon on the phone with i_puddleglum, and the evening reading comics on CDisplay. And also writing out Jenny Joseph's Warning ("When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple...") out on paper with Shiny!Neato!Markers! and nattering with Vivs and planning my future with british_pickle. All very much instead of writing my Women in Religion essay, due tomorrow at 5. Naughty girl.

AND NOW, AN ONGOING ACCOUNT OF WELSH DENTAL THEORY AS CONSIDERED BETWEEN NEW ENGLAND AND THE MIDWEST

Persons Involved or Somehow Concerned:
MYSELF (being one Meletor a.k.a. Mel)
HERSELF (being one Vi2section a.k.a. Vivs)
LANGUAGES GERMAN, SPANISH and (in a manner) WELSH
CHRISTIAN BALE

( In the form of a short series of dialogues, following. )

Thank you. I hope you have all learned something important.

Now, I to hammer at Mary Daly's crack-addled alarmist misandrony (I can make up words too, h0r!) for 5 or so pages.