Something told me you’d need it, and by something, I mean common sense. And by need it, I mean you’re an idiot.
Knowing stuff has no value anymore. Not when the answer is in my back pocket or sitting on my desk. The youth has it figured out. The future will be filled with beautiful idiots who just want to feel.
You may as well read the Bible for its history which, it goes without saying, is a fool’s errand fit only for idiot children.
I hate when I’m an idiot and I don’t even know it. I like to be aware of my idiocy, to really revel in it, take pictures. I feel we missed a prime Christmas card opportunity.
Hope’s going overboard to make her boyfriend happy. She’s either an idiot in love, or she’s being conned. Which amount to pretty much the same thing.