I feel much better, now that I've given up hope.
Instead of past, present and future, I'd prefer chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry.
I never miss reality when I'm not in it, but it's sometimes nice to come back to.
How can you call it unreasonable when all I want is my own way?
If you don't believe in ghosts, you've never been to a family reunion.
Why is the competition always so intense to set new records for maximum stupidity?