I think you mean…
Oh, he’s gonna care plenty once it’s discovered he ate the dog’s meat!
I’m gonna go out on a limb and say it’s because his girlfriend is addicted to Coke.
I’m flattered you’re all checking in but I still don’t care.
And it was a different Johnny who hit and run Pauline. Please don’t confuse us.
“Jiminny” thinks Johnny, “if only I could get a ride in one of those.”
What about juvenile delinquency?
Johnny got liquored up on Rumple Minze.
A whiskery man hands him a small package. “The first one’s free,” he says.
“I don’t care. There’s still butter, and meatloaf.”
Why doesn’t Johnny care? At these prices, who would?
Because Johnny learned almost too late that man is a feeling creature…and because of it, the greatest in the universe. He learned too late for himself that men have to find their own way, to make their own mistakes. There can’t be any gift of perfection from outside ourselves. And when men seek such perfection…they find only death…fire…loss…disillusionment…the end of everything that’s gone forward. Men have always sought an end to the toil and misery, but it can’t be given, it has to be achieved. There is hope, but it has to come from inside, from Man himself.
You know, Johnny, every year of my life I grow more and more convinced that the wisest and the best is to fix our attention on the good and the beautiful. If you just take the time to look at it.
Okay you two, why are you repeating my posts? Makes a person feel like you just don’t care?
Oh like I can read.