Better close your window tight or I might come in for a bite, I'm a sleep walker.
They filled us full of false illusions and promiscuity, and they led us down that class-less road of mediocrity.
Silly boy, you got so much to live for, so much to aim for, so much to try for.
The passage of time eliminates some of the more intimate details of one's existence. The routine trivia like passing water and shitting and the amount of food and alcohol consumed in the course of daily survival. Sure, there were girls. Lots of'em. It's inevitable.
Why bear malice? Just let it go. So what of pride? It will swallow you whole.
We are the Draft Beer Preservation Society.