And To Think," Murmured The Rosy-glow-feeling Adolescent To The Girl With Whom He Had Just Scored, "that A Few Short Years Ago I Thought Happiness Was A Warm Puppy".

"And to think," murmured the rosy-glow-feeling adolescent to the girl
with whom he had just scored, "that a few short years ago I thought
happiness was a warm puppy".

I think he's a few bytes short of a checksum.
We were young and our happiness dazzled us with its strength.
But there was also a terrible betrayal that lay within me like a Merle Haggard song at a French restaurant....
I think he's a few bars short of a finished symphony.
I think he's a few bricks short of a whole wall.
I think he's a few channels short of Basic Cable.
I think he's a few croutons short of a garden salad.
I think he's a few pipes short of a church organ.

And To Think," Murmured The Rosy-glow-feeling Adolescent To The Girl With Whom He Had Just Scored, "that A Few Short Years Ago I Thought Happiness Was A Warm Puppy".

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