I want to do this because he's a nice young man and I really don't want to hurt his feelings.
This activity might seem significant to potential employers, and I may get a few good stories out of it. I'm sure it will build character, too.
I want to do this because I've been noticing some advanced slackening in my underarm area. For fear of bingo wings, I must to jog again!
Quite honestly, I'm tired of making an ass of myself. I want to be the type of person other people come to for wisdom, rather than laughs.
(If I can make people laugh while aiding them through their troubles, more power to me.)
I'm twenty two years old and I have yet to own a driver's license. I WANT TO DRIVE.
I want to know what happens in the middle and end of this story.
