I would feel better if I knew I could run in a strait line.
Sure if I concentrate hard enough I can, but when not paying attention I ween to the left.
I learnt this in gym class one day as I was running right beside a guy. I effortlessly collide with him.
You can’t make this stuff up kids, this is television.
I don’t know if you noticed, but I grew older over the weekend. Twenty-four.
Before I die, I want to make someone happy. I hope this time, I can.