Graduation speeches are always so long and drawn out.

I feel sorry for the youthman today/ The system is bad for the youthman today/ Every day and every night they suffer/ The youthman want to sleep but no place/ The youthman want to eat but no food/ The youthman want good dress but no good dress/ The youthman want to buy but no money/ The youthman want to work If no work, how do you expect him to eat?

In figure 71, the poster Brahcel notes that he “almost roped” because he could not find the community […]

But the few friends that I DO have are my “ride or die” chicks—my posse.