Hey, chocolate will never make you laugh, tell you the truth/a pack of lies about whether or not your bum looks big in that, buy you a present because you look down in the dumps, take the rubbish out, cook Sunday lunch, tell blatant fibs to unwanted callers on your behalf, nibble the backs of your knees, get the spiders our of the bath, empty the mousetraps, back you up when the kids are being particularly stroppy.
On the other hand, cheese is a wondrous thing. I dreams of cheese. Toasted mostly.
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