Once I had a moustache, but nobody else recognized its magnificence. They tell me I couldn't grow "a decent one" or that my forest looks more like a stubble. They're just jealous.
Once I had a moustache, but nobody else recognized its magnificence. They tell me I couldn't grow "a decent one" or that my forest looks more like a stubble. They're just jealous.
Jealousy has its own language and thankfully the likes of me and you do not have to worry about that trifling tongue!
Oh uh yeah! Definitely! Righty-o daddy-o! B-But... I don't need to worry about it more than others, right? I mean, they suck comparatively, right? Am I right?
Yes you are right, in fact, you could not be more right. Which in fact also means you are never far from wrong. See!
Whew! That's great to hear! As they say, it's always better to be right than left!
I have heard this, stay right never left all your wishes will be beft. Or something!
That's exactly right! Whoever they are must be a bunch of geniuses!