A book, if I am somehow still alive than I can keep giving people stories.
Would you rather spend a year on a tropical island with infinite amounts of cooked pizza or have a working magical oven but you will need to hunt for stuff to cook in it yourself?
Self quoting is the key to sounding wise and all knowing.
Our thing progresses I call and you come through Blow all my friendships To sit in hell with you But we’re the greatest They’ll hang us in the Louvre Down the back, but who cares? Still the Louvre.
Yay I am famous enough to be listed on a kill list.
Hm, well mothers tend to be less likely to come after you in revenge, personally I like both my parents equally, and unlike most teens I did not stupidly claim I hate the people who put a roof over my head and sometimes spoiled me with toys. However out of the two I would have to pick the one who would be more likely to hunt after me in revenge, which I guess is my dad, mom would have a hack of a lot harder time finding me.
Would you rather work at a farm for 5,000 US dollars a week for the rest of your life, or a oil refinery for 30,000 UK pounds a week for five years?
Self quoting is the key to sounding wise and all knowing.
Daddy Long Legs are more closely related to crabs than spiders and somehow the idea of crablike creatures with spider legs that have escaped the entrappings of the primordial sea and now crawl over land and can walk up and down walls and ceilings creeps me more than I can adequately describe. — Snoink
