I Lay On The Bed And Lost

It's Not What I'd Want For At My Funeral. When I Die, I Just Want Them To Plant Me Somewhere Warm. And Then When The Pretty Women Walk Over My Grave I Would Grab Their Ankles, Like In That Movie.

Nearly' Only Counts In Horseshoes And Hand-grenades.

All Writers Have This Vague Hope That The Elves Will Come In The Night And Finish Any Stories.

If There's One Thing That A Study Of History Has Taught Us, It Is That Things Can Always Get Worse.

You’re Alive. That Means You Have Infinite Potential. You Can Do Anything, Make Anything, Dream Anything.