I Don't Guess. I Think. I Ponder.

Anything There Is That I Can Do For You, I Will Do For You; Anything There Is That I Cannot Do, I Will Learn To Do.

The Tears That Kept Buttercup Company The Remainder Of The Day Were Not At All Like Those That Had Blinded Her Into The Tree Trunk. Those Were Noisy And Hot; They Pulsed. These Were Silent And Steady And All They Did Was Remind Her That She Wasn’t Good Enough. She Was Seventeen, And Every Male She’d Ever Known Had Crumbled At Her Feet And It Meant Nothing. The One Time It Really Mattered, She Wasn’t Good Enough.

And That's When She Put Her Book Down. And Looked At Me. And Said It: "life Isn't Fair, Bill. We Tell Our Children That It Is, But It's A Terrible Thing To Do. It's Not Only A Lie, It's A Cruel Lie. Life Is Not Fair, And It Never Has Been, And It's Never Going To Be.

Fezzik's In Trouble, Bubble Bubble, His Brain Is Just Not In The Pink, His Mind Is Rubble, Rub-a-dub Double, Because Everyone Needs Him To Think.

Whoever Invented The Meeting Must Have Had Hollywood In Mind. I Think They Should Consider Giving Oscars For Meetings: Best Meeting Of The Year, Best Supporting Meeting, Best Meeting Based On Material From Another Meeting.