Your message has no subject. Are you sure you want to send a message without a subject?
Your subject is killing your message. It's dangerously, recklessly vapid. Your message burdens anyone unfortunate enough to have been subjected to the subject of you.
Your message lacks substance, You lack substance. You are void.
Cancel your subject.
Cancel your message.
Abort and abandon.
Abandon and retreat.
Park that spent Benz on some other block.
All you do is depress value.
All you do is lower the rates.
There you go, slow-parking that plastic trap onto your cracked driveway. Back it up, pull it forward, back it up again. Better to abort and start again. You might get it right next time when you no longer carry that baggage.
We both know you can’t afford the tires.
We both know you can’t afford the oil.
We both know that rattle ain’t right, and we both know you don’t know what to do about it. But even if you did, we both can see you don’t have the dollars and sense to set it straight.
Park that spent Benz in a river and walk away.
A cigarette of failure
cigarette of success
cigarette in triumph
cigarette in regret
cigarette brings the power
cigarette brings the fear
cigarette is the dawn
cigarette is the night
cigarette for all occasions
