My friend, remember that without stupidity there wouldn't be intelligence, and without ugliness there wouldn't be beauty, so the world needs you after all
In grammar class the teacher asks her student 'When you sing you say 'I sing' what do you say when your brother is singing? I say 'shut up you're a terrible singer'
Anita is my itty-bitty sheep,
And since she's gone I only weep,
I miss her precious milk
and her fur like asian silk
My heart beats for hers
And I think of when we were
Rolling down in the grass of our hill
Like time would forever be still