Tell me, what do you live for? Is it for work? For study? Or is it for the important things? Pleasure, art, friends, family, love? Do you live to work? Or do you work to live?
A Little Nonsense Now And Then Is Relished By The Wisest Men.
One of these days we'll form a union, and get the fair and equitable treatment we deserve. Then we'll go too far, and become corrupt and shiftless, and the Japonies will eat us alive.
I love sporks. And I love soup. Those two things unfortunately don't go together very well.
"Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be."– Clementine Paddleford
Stories about ponies are stories about people.