TRÅK!

> Once there was this farmer
> whose horse ran away. His neighbor
> came over to tell him he felt
> sorry for him, only to be told
> in return: "Who knows what is
> good or bad?" It was true. The
> next day the horse returned,
> bringing with it eleven wild horses
> it had met during its adventurous
> escape. The neighbor came over
> again, this time to congratulate
> the farmer on his good fortune.
> Only to be told once again "Who
> knows what is good or bad? True
> this time too; the next day the
> farmer's son tried to tame one of the
> wild horses and fell off, breaking his
> leg. His neighbor came back again one more
> time to express how bad he felt But for
> the third time all the farmer had to
> say was: "Who knows what is good or bad?"
> And once again the farmer was correct,
> for this time, the king of that land
> had started a war and the following
> day soldiers came by to draft young
> men into the army, but because of his
> injury the son was not taken.

do it lika a brotha
do it like a dude
grap my crotch
wear my hat
low like you