That guy is good. The last one was also about being good at something. I thought about that one for a while, although inspiring, the feeling of inspiration passed.
When I was 12. Mother asked me if I needed to see a doctor. She said that judging from my wastebasket it seemed that I had been blowing my nose a lot the past 6 years.
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Memories... I remember the time when my 1st grade teacher asked me if I had any brothers. I lied and told her no, I'm an olny child... And she said "Thank goodness!â
When I was a little kid we had a sand box. It was a quicksand box. I was an only child...eventually."
When I am in bed with my girlfriend I always like to have classical background music. I will admit it, I like to fuck with class.
I took a shirt into the drycleaner. Lady behind the counter says "Thanks, come again" I replied "Its toothpaste, you fucking nosey bitch.
A Buddhist monk, visiting New York City for the first time, walked up to a hot dog vendor, handed him a twenty dollar bill, and said, âMake me one with everything.â The vendor pocketed the money, and handed the Buddhist monk his hot dog. The monk, after waiting for a moment, asked for his change. The vendor looked at him and said, âChange comes from within.â The monk walked away.