[freebird]

There once was a family that had twin boys, however, the only resemblance in the twins was their looks. If one thought it was too cold to go out, the other wanted to wear shorts and t-shirt and go play in the sun, if one thought the tv was too loud the other thought it needed to be turned up. One was a hardcore optimist the other a hardcore pessimist.

On the day of the twins birthday the twins father loaded the pessimists room full of toys and every game imaginable. The optimists room he filled with manuer.

That night on his way to bed he past the pessimists room and found the boy sitting among his toys and games crying bitterly. "Why are you crying"? the father asks.

Because all of my friends will be jealous. I'll have to read all of the instructions before i can use any of this stuff. I'll always need batteries and eventually all my toys will break."

When the father past the optimists room he found the boy dancing for joy in his manuere pile. "Why are you so happy"? his father asks.

The pessimist replies, "There's just got to be a pony somewhere in here"