Okay, my friend and I are sitting on the porch, when he starts up with this stuff:
"Once upon a time, there was a man. This man would walk out to his car and go to work every day, just like any usual person. One day, when he was walking out to his car, he found a snail on the pavement. Picking it up, he muttered, 'Darn snails.', tossed it over the roof into his backyard, and went to work.
In the backyard the snail lie, his shell cracked and he was on the verge of death. As the darkness crept up his body, he remembered the face of the man who threw him, and with that lingering thought as his motivation he slowly began to recooperate.
Well, a year later the snail finally got back to his spot on the front porch. And that day, the man came out of his house in his usual manner, spotted a snail on the pavement, and picked it up. He stared into the snail's angry eyes, full of hatred, full of fury, full of anger (yeah, that was redundant). Then the man said, 'What the f**k is your problem?!' and tossed him over again."
My friend said if I could figure that out, I'd understand life on the streets.
So like any good lazy American, I'm letting you guys solve it. Have fun.