I Need To Look Like An Idiot

I'd Hate To List Our Specialties. Wreck Cars, Eat Doughnuts, Create Mayhem.

If I Let Her In I'm Doomed. It's Like Inviting A Vampire Into Your House. Once You've Invite Them In, That's It, You're Good As Dead!

I Want To See Your Tailpipe Fading Off Into The Sunset." Good Luck, I Thought. My Tailpipe Was Somewhere On Route 1, Along With My Muffler.

I Know What You're Thinking," Grandma Said Into The Silence. "do I Have Anymore Bullets In This Here Gun? Well, With All The Confusion, What With Being Locked Up In A Refrigerator, I Plumb Forgot What Was In Here To Start With. But Being That This Is A 45 Magnum, The Most Powerful Handgun In Existence, And It Could Blow Your Head Clean Off, You Just Got To Ask Yourself One Question. Do You Feel Lucky Today? Well, Do You, Punk?" Christ," Spiro Whispered. "she Thinks She's F**king Clint Eastwood.

He’s Sort Of A Homeless Horse,” I Said. “i’m Leaving For The Airport In Two Seconds, And I Won’t Be Back For A Couple Days. You Can Put The Horse In The Garage, But I Don’t Want That Horse In My Apartment.” “who Would Put A Horse In An Apartment? That’s Dumb.” “where’s The Horse Staying Now?” “my Apartment.” “i Can Always Count On You To Brighten My Day,” Ranger Said. And He Disconnected.