I try to laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry
let me tell you, manipulating triatomic compounds at the submolecular level is no easy task. usually left to amateurs, silly gods. nobody can project pure h2o spittle laced with poison like those nasty smokers. that, my friends, is the hand (and subsequently the tongue, lips and teeth) of a professional at work! its so reassuring that while they breathe out their toxic fumes they also kill our lovely grass. lets all cry. or next time ill yank his stupid cigarette out of his hand and repeatedly and angrily stomp on it yelling out to the world "SAVE THE GRASS! OMG SAVE IT PLEASE! why cant you just leave it alone...." then ill let out a feral cry like my bestest white friend died of a running accident due to poorly made running shoes.
something else equally sad is poor people. i watched this episode of house where there was a homeless lady with psychological trauma which she got after she got into a car accident that killed her husband and child. twas super sad. then wilson said that he had a homeless brother that he hadnt seen in 9 years and that he didnt even know if his brother was still alive.
btw house rocks the proverbial boat.
