You Don't Get Anything Done By Planning

A Block Of Blood Should Not Have The Word "cake" After It...they Might As Well Say "shite Gateau

Happiness Is Like A Cake: Have Too Much Of It And You Get Sick Of It.

I Was Impressed By The Taj Mahal. A Good Bit Of Work, Well Looked After, Worth Paying Money To See.

It's Like There's Some Unwritten Rule That If You're Mates, You Can Say What You Want To Each Other, And You Don't Really Get That Annoyed About It.

People Always Tell Me I'm Going To Regret Not Having Kids. But What If I Have One And Then I Regret Having It? Has Anyone Thought Of That Option?