right in your backyard

That Kipling poem we did last year, If, was pretty good - but I think claiming that you'll be a Man if even loving friends can't hurt you is sort of stretching it. In my opinion, that'd make you a cold-blooded monster. Oh, but at least you'd be a macho one.

Funnily enough, my ability to describe someone is inversely proportional to how well I know that person. Hmm.

Mosquito. Help.