Susan: I am not a soft-boiled egg.
George: And I am not a piece of toast.
I rode my bike into a passing car once. My brakes were broken. There was nothing I could do. The van was totaled. My bike was fine... but I was a little late to school. I had to bring a note. That was a very good story. You could all learn something from it.
"Drinking and shirtless debauchery. Oh, the glories."
*** this is such a bad segue
"Say your silent goodbyes."
Usko, Have you killed a Poet lately?