Why Does It Have To Be So

There Was No "me" In Alchemy. Well, Phonetically There Was, But That Wasn't The Point.

I Nearly Dropped The Plate I Held. "you've Asked Me Out Tons Of Times." "not Really. I've Made Inapproprite Suggestions And Frequently Pushed For Nudity. But I've Never Asked You Out On A Real Date. And, If Memory Serves, You Did Say You'd Give Me A Fair Chance Once I Let You Clean Out My Trust Fund." "i Didn't Clean It Out," I Scoffed.

You Look Too Pretty To Be Useful." "truer Words Were Never Spoken.

Okay. Now You Have To Move Your Arms And Legs.” “i Know How To Make A Snow Angel.” “then Do It! Otherwise, You’re More Like A Chalk Outline At A Police Crime Scene.

You Destroy My Life Then Feed Me Inspirational Philosophy.