Life has undertaken a tremendous effort to make me happy. My friends are (or at least appear to be) genuine. I've been deliriously happy with the same woman for more than twenty years. I have two cars (paid for), but I prefer to walk when I can. Why is this happening? If I didn't know any better, I'd say there was some vast conspiracy of people all getting together to make sure my life works out.
Boru
Boru
‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax