Damn that Bojangles

He made me cry. It's not his fault, I suppose. I mean, when "Mr. Bojangles" makes me cry, I'm pretty far the other side of OK.

I wish people would quit saying to me, "It's too bad you guys couldn't work things out" Like that hasn't occurred to me before:

"Gee, the woman who made me believe in forever love is out of my life. Hey, Mr. Stranger, could you make a suggestion to stop my heart from breaking? Oh, "work it out"? Yeah, maybe that's what I should have done. That's a stroke of blinding genius! Why, oh why, didn't I think of that."

With ideas that good, I'm surprised these people aren't curing cancer:

"Why don't we just tell peeple not to get the cancer? Then we won't have any. Let's go have a drink to celebrate our thinkfulness. Then we can think up some more gooder ideals."

Thanks, dumb people.