They always fall back on old habits.
It was a bad habit.
A nun with a javelin in her throat. (The only joke I can ever recall when asked for one. Told to me by my art teacher in Grade 11. Needless to say, he was my favourite teacher)
Because someone threw a fridge at him.
He fell on his ash.
Because all the kids have to play in side.
Friday.
Because old habits die hard.
Old habits die hard
