Roses are red. The sun isn't shining. My mental state is rapidly declining.
I saw this kid who looked depressed, so I threw a torch at him. I thought I would brighten up his day.
I know the voices in my head aren't real, but man, do they have some good ideas.
Why am I so sad?
What do prime numbers and stoners have in common? The higher they are, the more spaced out they get.
