I was the kid next door's imaginary friend.
My computer beat me at checkers, but I sure beat it at kickboxing.
People come up to me and say, "Emo, do people really come up to you?"
Some mornings it just doesn't seem worth it to gnaw through the leather straps.
My schoolmates would make love to anything that moved, but I never saw any reason to limit myself.
At my lemonade stand I used to give the first glass away free and charge five dollars for the second glass. The refill contained the antidote.