You will drive a Yellow Ferrari.
You will marry Me and have 17 kids.
You will be a U2 in Next door to Bono.
But, hang on, I just broke off my engagement to myself because I couldn't stand me, and now we're living apart and not speaking to each other. And look, it's the return of the 17 kids curse!
Also, I was not going to get online later tonight, but I haven't done everything I wanted to do this arvo so I may. I don't know. Grr, why must time be so short? Now to go watch M*A*S*H.
