you're my candidate when i say you mow an amazing lawn and keep your bed tidy! you're my candidate cause i've never heard you swear or seen you throw temper tantrums or spit on the little guy when you stick your boat shoe in his mouth, cracking his imperfect teeth! you're my candidate, cause when it comes down to it, you can see right through all my bullshit with your warm and sunny disposition! how does it feel to be a beacon of light amongst a large group of bottom feeders and heathens? how does it feel to be the greatest person alive in a world divided between the pre-ops and the post-ops? i hope your foothold in the bladder of life will help you churn out more miracle workers like yourself!!!