When Telling A Story About How Wasted

If You Can't Tell A Spoon From A Ladle, Then You're Fat!

Whenever I Investigate A Smell, I Find That The Answer Is Always Bad. It's Never: 'what Is That? *sniff* Muffins!'

Game, Set, Match Equals Tennis. Set, Match, Run Equals Arson.

Count Your Blessings, But Not Out-loud, At The Top Of Your Lungs.

When I Was Younger, I'd Get Very Empirical With Myself. "i Have A Hypothesis About Myself. I'll Put Myself In A Situation, See What Happens, Then I'll Draw A Conclusion Based On The Empirical Evidence. Hypothesis: I Can Play Basketball." So I'd Try. "conclusion: I Cannot Play Basketball."