At Weddings Old Ladies used to poke me, saying, “You’re next.” This used to annoy me until I started doing it to them at funerals.
Stop, drop, and roll doesn’t work in hell.
I did not slap you, I simply high fived your face.
If we were meant to pop out of bed we’d all sleep in toasters.
Don’t follow your dreams, chase them.
God doesn’t play dice.
Today, I shall be witty, charming, and elegant. Or maybe I’ll say “um” a lot and trip over things.
I shall never ever grow up. Make believe is too much fun.
Don’t forgive people just because you’re weak. Forgive people because you’re strong enough to realize people make mistakes.
Me? Sarcastic? Of course not. I’m far too ditzy to grasp the subtleties of mockery.
Mr. Right is coming. But his plane crashed in Africa, so he’s walking.
I’m in shape. Round is a shape.
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Ha. I seriously have to listen to Professor Quirrel. XD
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