I'm capable of looking on the bright side. I just don't do it very often.
It begins in the heart...and it hurts when it's true. It only hurts because it's true.
Denmark is sadly a hellish place if you happen to be a pig, but the brioche and fruits that tower on the table before me have me hastily attaching a feedbag.
In my life Why do I give valuable time To people who don't care if I live or die ?
It's so shameful of me: I like you.
I don't iron anything. Never have and never will.