Once upon a time there lived a boy. There is a sucker born every minute and there is no question about it. The boy was dumb as a post. Born in the “fragrant harbour” and later moved to the Americas.
Fact of the matter is, he was full of youthful exuberance even if he was not the sharpest knife in the cabinet. Like a bat out of hell, he would leave school to watch “Beam me up Scotty!”. His teachers would say he was cold as hell until he blew his lid. His parents would say he was weak as a rat and skinny as a rail. Day in and day out the boy bit the bullet because he know he would have the last laugh. Though the boy was told he was good-for-nothing, tomorow is another day.
Not long after, the boy was all grown up. Full of piss and vinegar. Ready to take on the world. Because you see, money can buy happiness. And happiness heals all wounds.
Fact of the matter is, he was full of youthful exuberance even if he was not the sharpest knife in the cabinet. Like a bat out of hell, he would leave school to watch “Beam me up Scotty!”. His teachers would say he was cold as hell until he blew his lid. His parents would say he was weak as a rat and skinny as a rail. Day in and day out the boy bit the bullet because he know he would have the last laugh. Though the boy was told he was good-for-nothing, tomorow is another day.
Not long after, the boy was all grown up. Full of piss and vinegar. Ready to take on the world. Because you see, money can buy happiness. And happiness heals all wounds.
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