No matter how much you beg, I am not giving you another reach around. You will just have to be satisfied with the sweet nothings I whisper in your ear.
Just remember that you're born into this world kicking and screaming because something inside you knows that life is a long series of heartaches, headaches, backaches, and various lacerations, bruises, diseases, and frustrating complications, interrupted by periods of unbearable boredom or depression. It generally ends with a slow, painful and undignified lonely death.
