You can't go to an LSD or pot party unless you take it yourself. If I want to go, I must take drugs myself.
We've shared good (times) We've shared good fries We've shared good (beers) But never goodbyes. . . Till now Mind how you go, good buddy
Walk a little slower, Dad Cos I am only small. I'm following in your footsteps, And I don't want to fall. Someday when I'm all grown up. You're what I want to be; Then I will have a little child, Who'll want to follow me. And I would want to lead just right, And know that I was true; So, walk a little slower, Dad, For I must follow you. A very very very Happy Birthday Dad
The greatest gift I ever had Came from God; I call him Dad!
Be pleased to look forward, And pleased to look behind, Count today, your 40th, and each birthday With a grateful mind.
It started with a simple ring, You became husband and wife, You progressed to being parents And you're still best friends for life.
May today be filled With bright hopes for the future And happy memories of the past
All things in the fulness of time
For a while after the rape, I was afraid of my own sexuality, because I got raped right about the time when I started developing physically.
I knelt at the altar of Ray Charles for years. I worked at a restaurant, and that's all there was on the jukebox.
I was in Rome this time for about three or four months, and I feel like, by the time I left, every single person in Rome had seen me at least 10 times riding my bicycle. When I first got there, it seemed like people were happy to see me and would say hello. And by the end, they were kind of bored of seeing me. And it was like, "Ugh, there he goes again. "