First, Johnny said: You'll wake up some cold day and find you're alone. You'll call to me, but I'm gonna tell you: 'bye, bye, bye'. When I turn around and walk away, you'll cry, cry, cry.
But Bryan was there to respond: I changed my number. You'd better change your mind Cause I'd rather spend the night alone. I ain't gonna cry over you.
To the guy who sat across the aisle from me on the TTC this morning:
I don't know you. I certainly didn't need to know the answer to the question, Which way do you dress?
Thanks, Sars
Update (12.36): Good grief! Do I need to draw you people a picture?
I sat directly across from a man who sat with his legs spread wide apart. His hands were lifted up, holding a book. There was a very obvious bulge, showing all the world exactly what he had to offer, how much of it he had, what shape it was, and where it was found. None of which I needed to know.
It was the male equivalent of this, which is just too much information for seven in the morning on public transit.
What is it about the Y chromosome that prohibits its possessors from using scissors to open packages of cereal? Why must you make things so difficult for yourselves?
I've just come up with a great money-making scheme. All you need to do is teach people how to smile sincerely while conversing with individuals who deserve a good slap upside the head.
I'm fairly certain I'm not the only person who would pay through the nose for such a service.