I suspect that I am the result of particularly weak conception on the part of my father. His sperm was probably emitted in a rather offhand manner.
Is my paranoia getting completely out of hand, or are you mongoloids really talking about me?
When Fortuna spins you downward, go out to a movie and get more out of life.
It will all end very badly, Gus
Mothers got a hard road to travel, believe me.
I refuse to "look up." Optimism nauseates me. It is perverse. Since man's fall, his proper position in the universe has been one of misery.