I wonder about a few things:

Why didn't anyone ever teach me Portuguese?
No one, and I mean no one, ever brings up Bangladesh or Finland.
How long will I have to keep punching through rows of teeth?
You would think that any sensible person would own an egg timer.
Then there's this:

I guess there's only so much a guy can do in a day.
Willingly, I've lost my mind. Volition is a terrible thing in the hands of a pianist - there are no words where I go, when I go there.

Everyone is going to school. I'm going elsewhere this time.
trama