When my mother had to get dinner for 8 she'd just make enough for 16 and only serve half.
Brains integrity and force may be all very well but what you need today is...
Who's a boy gonna talk to if not his mother?
When I was a child people simply looked about them and were moderately happy today they peer beyond the seven seas bury themselves waist deep in tidings and by and large what they see and hear makes them unutterably sad.
