Although I Am Not Stupid,

The Announcement That You Are Going To Tell A Good Story (and The Chuckle That Precedes It) Is Always A Dangerous Opening.

She Tells Enough White Lies To Ice A Wedding Cake.

My Sort Of Looks Are Of The Kind That Bore Me When I See Them On Other People.

The Capacity To Suffer Varies More Than Anything That I Have Observed In Human Nature.

Although I Am Not Stupid, The Mathematical Side Of My Brain Is Like Dumb Notes Upon A Damaged Piano.