Everyone in here needs to stop being so profound and get down to the important business of scrubbing their floors.
What of it?
This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would have you running from me.
I want to be pushed aside so let me go. Let me take back my life. I'd rather be all alone, anywhere on my own 'cause I can see the very worst part of you. The very worst part of you IS ME.
And if it is, what the hell oddler? Why are you writing for a car magazine for demented Samoans? Is there even such a thing as a demented Samoan?
Is that a car magazine for demented Samoans?
That's definitely going in my next article for Flabbergasted.
I'd like to. Too. I'd like to too. Toot!
I'd like to ask a serious question for the people who like to offer feedback and critiques.
An ointment fix. I need. Do I.
Huh? Flower?! What the hell?!
Very VIP person