My neighbour looks like he eats porridge everyday. He looks very tight and pale and sad, and rarely says hello. Once when crossing his path I said, "Hello", and he responded with, "I'm in a rush." His bubbly bimbo girlfriend moved out about a year ago (on Fish or Cut Bait Day, I believe), and so his demeanor just got worse and worse.
Then, this morning, through the walls, I heard him cranking up his music and singing falsetto. I have never heard anything out of this fellow before. I think things may be looking up for him. I'm assuming that when a man sings falsetto, he is happy.
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I cannot speak for all men, but singing falsetto always cheers me up if I'm not cheery to start with.
Wait just one minute here Ags! You're giving oatmeal a bad name. Not every one who eats it looks pale and sad...just the ones who eat it without a generous portion of brown sugar, I think.
I don't think he puts anything interesting on his porridge.
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