Father: Johhny, why were you in your room so long?
Johnny: (with sad look on face, and sobs) Remembering 9/11.
Father: Aw, ok son. You ok?
Johnny: Ohhhhhhhh Yeahhhhhhhh
Kindly remebering of good gains wisdom's wary flight of conflicting deliberate choices that could delight, time and again the passing of a year senses into bliss of cautious selective discarding of many a dark abiss.
Roberto: Why haven't we taken our shoes off yet?
Gertrude: Why are we still in here?!
Roberto: We were supposed to go get high with friends!
Gertrude: You were supposed to call someone!
Roberto: You didn't call anyone either.
Gertrude: I'm not the one with the phone!
Roberto: You had my phone this whole time!
Gertrude: Well I don't want to go through your shit.
Roberto: You can dial numbers!
Gertrude: Well I can't rememberize numbers.