When I first come to America with 2 suitcases, I didn’t have a friend in the whiruld. I get job at hotel, I meet future wife and I work my way up to get bundles of money at the bank.
Now I have 40 friends in the whiruld! And I love you all dearly, almost as much as I love Lisa. Remember if a lot of people love each other, the whiruld would be a better place.