A perfunctory analysis of a fascinating array of queries regarding my proficiency in the English language has, most disappointingly, resulted in an unsatisfactory score - Ninety-third percentile to be precise. This is indubitably the result of an inherent arrogance, possibly due to my American roots.
"it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst... And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every...
Maybe the skinny jean (ball-huggers)craze is a French cloning experiment gone wrong or an elaborate attempt by the French to feminize our young men so America is safe enough for them to visit. Or maybe it's a unique new toy, created by some marketing genius for the young girls of America.