I only have one note, let's be honest. But I'll play a different version of that one note.
On Sundays, I lay low, sulk a lot, and try to get my head together for next week.
My school of thought is, anything goes, but I can't do that anymore.
I just don't like to go out and deal with the real world. It's scary.
Gossip is a plague that consumes weak, gullible people and blinds them from the truth of reality; it can devour entire city's. I prefer keeping my eyes wide open.
I'm a gentleman and I was always taught it's rude, to talk about a woman's age or weight unless you are breaking up with her.