I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Rainy day's make the grass grow. Or the ground freeze, I'm not quite sure which yet.
Ever have one of those days when you want to tell someone that they're a fuck head and not worth to awful much? Yeah, me neither.