It would have been a good idea if people had not spoiled it by throwing shots at others.
If people want to throw rocks at me they can expect them right back. All you did was give SOME people an excuse to throw shots at others. Quite unfortunate but you looking for someone to blame look at rookie & Lemon.
There once was a man from Calcutta
Who sat in a bath full of butter
He could make it sound sane
When he tried to explain
But he's really a bit of a nutter.
There once was a lady with parrots
Who much preferred parsnips to carrots,
But whenever she dined
She was somewhat unkind.
She did, though, have one or two merits.
There was a young lady from Spain
Who was scared of the idea of pain
Then she fell out of bed
Got a bump on her head
Now she'd quite like to do it again.
There once was a fellow called Evans
Worked nine to five at some seven elevens
He has been of late
In a right two and eight
And now he's at sixes and sevens.
If a womb is the place we begin it
And a tomb we put dead people in it
The a comb should be coombe
And a bomb should go boom!
It's a funny old language though, innit?