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I have decided that I am always right. This is what scares me. I don't WANT to be always right. This means I can never be wrong, and now I have this big expectation to live up to. Also, this means people will come to me for advice... and I don't want to give directions. Thus, I am screwed. If I am always rights, someone else must always be wrong. And if someone's always wrongs, then there must be some guy out there who's always right. I pity that man. It would suck to be always right... all those people asking for directions. I'm glad it's not me. If it was me, I would rule the world with a steel fist. No iron for me. I've heard steel is much stronger. Of course, stealing is bad, so I guess I'll have to settle for iron. It'll match my lead foot. You can't even begin to imagine how hard it is to find shoes for lead feet. I have to wear cement shoes. Oh, by the way, Jimmy Hoffa says hi. I've begun to get a bit off-topic now. Which means I'm on a totally new topic. While I'm starting a new topic, I'd like to be the first to state that I don't like giraffes. They bug me. Always standing around eating the leaves that are really high up, as if to say "Hey, we can reach really far up here, and you're stuck down there killing things like us for food." It's that kind of blatant mockery that made us start eating cows. Those mean cows... Always mooing at us as if to imply we're some form of cattle. I laugh as I eat my cheeseburger. That's right, my cheeseburger. Of course it's right. I'm always right And no, I don't know how to get to Springfield. Find your own way, stupid. |