I left highschool, and lost the will to live, and here I am
Let me tell you something about sharing: don't do it. Nothing good ever comes of sharing. Your mother and I shared a bed and nothing good came out of it
If my wife left me, I'd be dancing on the deck of the good ship hooter-pop, with a smile on my face and my face on a smile
The difference between here and school is, you will be out of here when you're 18
