It may be that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet,' but I should be loath to see a rose on a maiden's breast substituted by a flower, however beautiful and fragrant it might be, that is went by the name of the skunk lily. ↗
This must be part of Mother Nature's master plan - making these boys so irresistibly cute, in such a naughty way, that the purity of their intentions becomes irrelevant. - Lily ↗
