I Don't Like People Cleaning My Room.

I Tell People That I've Now Done One Decent Thing In My Life. Albeit Inadvertently.

I've Led This Empty Life For Over Forty Years And Now I Can Pass That Heritage On And Ensure That The Misery Will Continue For At Least One More Generation.

I Don't Like People Cleaning My Room.

All Of A Sudden I Discovered That I'm Allergic To Caviar. It Was The Perfect Metaphor For My Life. When I Was Only Able To Afford Bad Caviar, I Could Certainly Eat My Fill Of It.

Perhaps I Have A Wider Range Than I'd Given Myself Credit For.