Everything I need to know I learned from Star Trek.
Alert the moodia, it's a cowspiracy!
I'd sell my soul for an ice cream sandwich right about now.
I haven't gotten that ice cream sandwich yet.
If we're going to worship a Lawrence Fishburne project let's at least make it Pee Wee's Playhouse.
There used to be a homeless guy around here nicknamed "Wolfman" but he died from smoking in bed and not from battling sea life on the astral plane.
Are you concerned that you may be a character trapped in a Tom Waits song? Be smart and learn the warning signs before it's too late. Also, it's too late. It has always been too late.
I'm haunted by a recurring vision of a skeleton flipping me off. To avoid seeing this terrifying image in bumper sticker form, I pay someone with a blank bumper to drive in front of me at all times.
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