I Guess My Guilty Pleasure Would Be

He Looked As Though His Life Had Not Only Passed Him By But Paused Along The Way To Spit In His Face.

Also, I Used To Think That One Day I Might Get Someone To Iron My Shirts, But The Truth Is I Really Like Doing Them Myself.

Comfort Has Its Place, But It Seems Rude To Visit Another Country Dressed As If You’ve Come To Mow Its Lawns.

When They're Born Outside, Crows Come And Pluck Their Eyes Out.

What Other People Call Dark And Despairing, I Call Funny.