It's just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns and also he got a racecar. Is any of this getting through to you?
Why are you here?
Now that's what I call a thousand years of progress: a Bavarian Cream dog that's self-microwaving!
Why you left your religion.
Words. Nothing but sweet, sweet words that turn into bitter orange wax in my ears.