The Choleric is a thief, and I say that with every humor in me (no one wants to start a fight now)
For I am the M in Mr. NIGER D.
I am always on the move
Tell me somewhere where I have not been; show me people who I have not spoken to; or show me someone who I can’t speak to.
Tell me a joke I don’t know.
Well that’s impossible. I think every joke originates from me. And well, I tell other people’s jokes better anyway.
I do not understand depression; it’s such a boring emotion.
I do not understand tiredness; it’s such a lie.
I do not understand timidity; it’s basically an excuse.
Why stand in the back when you can have the front seat?
Why pass a piece of paper when you can hold the mic?
Why work backstage when the world itself is a stage?
People can be such bores!
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