Well Peg we all have to live with our disappointments. I, of course has to sleep with mine
My kids may not be angels, but when they screw up, I don't blame TV. I put the blame squarely where it belongs, on their mother
I left high-school, lost the will to live and here I am
I'll tell you what I do then, We'll stand you in front of a mirror, I'll begin strangling you, when you reach the shade of blue that is satisfactory to you, you yell "Moo" and I'll stop