If only my life revolved completely around this thread Tambo would probably still be here. I failed you. I, have forsaken you Tambo in your darkest hour!!!
Alas, poor Tambo! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let
her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
come; make her laugh at that.
Now....Leave me to grieve for 14 days and nights unless ye come bearing McDonalds for tears of this magnitude require strength
for which only sustenance can surely bring.
