I don’t think the words “never again” mean what people think they mean.
I was just another one of those kids who grew up wanting to be a proctologist. All over my room were posters of famous proctologists looking heroic.
In a philosophical mood today, wondering how our ancestor ever managed to go to the bathroom despite never owning an iPad.
I always liked the story about the agnostic dyslectic insomniac who lays awake at night wondering if there is a Dog. Now I realize this is me, except the dyslectic part.