There are so many nice things that could be said.
The best part of all...is that they can be said at any old time.
You could be sad, angry, uncomfortable, or quite content.
We live the lives we choose.
If you're feeling down, you could cheer yourself up (even if its not easy).
What's the moral of the story?

Next time somebody says "Fuck you, you sick, infested slut"
You can say "I quite like your haircut."

Then what?

Once upon a time there was a mean little pussy cat. Her name was Randiclastoprank (Randy-clast-oh-prank), also known as Allison.
Allison never said anything nice.
Every word that came from her mouth was used to hurt feelings and start arguments.
"Yo, bitch. You's a hooooe" Said Allison to an undeserving Cralligator.
"Whatever you slut! You're kittens crawl from ur vag!" Roared the Cralligator.
This then started a rather large argument shooting back and forth for hours on end.
The arguments went on until they escaladed into a full born war between countries, which didn't make