If...
If...
If a picture paints a thousand words, then why can't I paint you?
Nevermind.
If I were me, and you were you, would we be we together?
That doesn’t make any sense.
If infants enjoy their infancy, does that mean adults should enjoy their adultery?
I think that’s a perfectly good thing to ask.
But I think I can do a little better.
If a tree falls in the forest, and there’s no one there to hear it, are my pants still too short?
Humm.
If you let a hot dog get cold, is it still technically a hot dog?
Like that matters.
If life is a bowl of cherries, does that mean I can juggle the pits?
After washing them, of course.
If I tell you I love you, will you buy me some ice cream?
There we go. Now that is a valid question, my friends.
If a picture paints a thousand words, then why can't I paint you?
Nevermind.
If I were me, and you were you, would we be we together?
That doesn’t make any sense.
If infants enjoy their infancy, does that mean adults should enjoy their adultery?
I think that’s a perfectly good thing to ask.
But I think I can do a little better.
If a tree falls in the forest, and there’s no one there to hear it, are my pants still too short?
Humm.
If you let a hot dog get cold, is it still technically a hot dog?
Like that matters.
If life is a bowl of cherries, does that mean I can juggle the pits?
After washing them, of course.
If I tell you I love you, will you buy me some ice cream?
There we go. Now that is a valid question, my friends.