I have this particular friend. He was always willing to appreciate the
beauty around us in all shapes and sizes, if you know what I mean
(nudge, nudge, wink, wink).
He had a rare and peculiar wisdom. One might even call it obscure at times. But on one particular day when his wisdom was more obvious, a woman passed him by. The woman was gorgeous by our American standards. Lovely eyes... blond hair styled oh-so-right... with those well-proportioned... hands! (What did you think I was going to say?!) But she had this scowl on her face that could crack open a bank vault. This wise man turned to another friend of mine and said, "Beauty is skin deep; Attitude is to the bone."
Personally, I think he was quoting a song.
He had a rare and peculiar wisdom. One might even call it obscure at times. But on one particular day when his wisdom was more obvious, a woman passed him by. The woman was gorgeous by our American standards. Lovely eyes... blond hair styled oh-so-right... with those well-proportioned... hands! (What did you think I was going to say?!) But she had this scowl on her face that could crack open a bank vault. This wise man turned to another friend of mine and said, "Beauty is skin deep; Attitude is to the bone."
Personally, I think he was quoting a song.
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