Or maybe I don’t. People just tell me I do, and I believe them. Whether I do or I don’t, I don’t care.
Yeah, but I don’t care.
Then, as I have one hand cuffed to a park bench, I will take out as many of them as I can before they take me down. If I’m going down, I will heroically cry, I’m going down SWINGING! (swinging my fist, not swinging like you & you feet)
It makes you happy. Endorphins. I think. I think I read that. Like, it produces the same effect as kissing or some like that. Maybe THAT was all propaganda too, though.
Hopefully it would put me off chocolate for life.
And maybe even you, after what I have done to his voice! And possibly rubah.
I’ll put an end to this. I’ll.. I’ll cut out his larynx, and then boil it in a big pot. Then, even if he gets it put back in, it will never be the same.
I just can't allow that to happen. I'd probably throw up.
I wouldn't go on that in the first place. Nope. mude56
He talks? I always thought he was a silent sidekick or something.
