Truly, a terrifying thought. The idea of toothy chickens roaming the countryside is far more sinister than the idea of pigs flying. Though it is not as disturbing as it would be to...
I am very lazy, but have hair-free palms (naturally, darling). Could it be that I am the aberration in a world of hirsute idlers? Is there a secret depilatory market that has not yet been exploited? Unfortunately, I know the next idiom to be false, as I have been stood up before but I never got a damn rabbit for my trouble.
As for this, who knows. I used to be very concerned as a child about my dead grandparents watching and judging me from the dead, but have ceased to care what they think.
In any case, I think a good life is one lived without pandering cosmic concessions, don't you?