You know how you help an old lady cross the street (well, not you of course), or you see a retard shuffling around in traffic and you go help him to the sidewalk and home to his shed?
Like that.
I suppose you would just let granny and the retard get smooshed.
Not me. I was a boy scout.
I'd never realized what a virtuous soul you are, nor how kind.
Truly and example to us all to be held up as the very best of men.
I now regret those times that I rifled the old lady's purse
and scored her ID and drained her savings. I cringe at the times
that I directed the retard into the gay bar. Even though it was funny.
I was a boy scout.
Clearly I need to straighten up and get my mind right.