I could dance like that, If I was a teen dynamo. Why didn't anybody ever invest, In me like that? I hate my parents. And all teachers.

I'm not sick. I shoul go to work. And bring home the bacon. But there's bacon right here. And a rented DVD. Where's the remote?

You, know when I selected this as a sympathy post, I really thought it was the one about actually being sick. Hm.

You sick bastard. I love you. Come here for a hug. Crunch!