You know the old joke, I went to the fights and a hockey game broke out.
If you got into a taxi and the driver started driving backward, would the taxi driver end up owing you money?
Whatever happened to preparations A through G?
I can't stop thinking like this.
When I was five years old I was on a merry go round. There was a gunshot nearby. The horses stampeded. There I was running down the street on a purple wooden horse.
Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow.