The worst part about depression is that even

The worst part about depression is that even when you`re surrounded by people, you feel alone.

The one and only sollution to this is to swim in a vat of creamy mayonaisse.

After that, I toweled off, put on my silk PJs, grabbed a gallon of milk, and settled into bed. I loved to drink at least a gallon of milk right before bed because

it reminded me of my mother & how she breastfed me until I was 8. It was the only way I knew how to relax at the end of a stressful week at the office. Don't you judge me!

It's not your business" Norman Bates said. "It's our business when you're still breastfeeding from her at 29, Norman, and those shoes? Are those womens? Are they your Mothers?"

"Yes," said Norman, "but I only wear them to have them handy in case I have to swat flies." "Well, they don't quite go with that purse," they commented, in unison. Norman was taken

aback by their lack of tact. "What you mean to say is that my purse isn't your reused burlap sack," Norman spat back at the black clad wretch using a scratch as a crutch to leach

off the government teat. Norman's orange parka's shoulders sagged. He was disheartened that his fashion sense wasn't being appreciated. These Retro-Antebellum sensibilities weren't

as good as good as the hyuga's byakugan

That day at least went well for hyuga. His byakugan won 1st place and he sold all his chirin. He meandered home and to the wife and counted himself blessed. The trial was tomorrow.