Just the other day, the blathering idiot had some time to kill, though he wasn’t sure it was alive to begin with, and while pondering the philosophical depths of life, came across questions for which he could not find answers. Below are a few more of those questions.
How come you can beat the odds, but never the evens?
How come formatting something means to put it in some sort of structure, but to reformat something means to wipe away all the structure?
How come falling in love leads only to a broken heart?
How come you can take a turn, but never give one?
How come you can fancy something, but are always told to speak plainly?
How come you can give a damn, but never take one?
After you put on airs, how do you take them off?
How come you can go for broke, but have to stop on a dime?
This may be too hard to think about
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