I shake my head and sigh, "No, she's just pregnant, dude. Keep your distance and buy lots of chocolate and ice cream. Flow with the mood. You'll survive if you remember that."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world. — Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah