The Blade Itself Incites To Deeds Of

I Wish That Strife Would Vanish Away From Among Gods And Mortals, And Gall, Which Makes A Man Grow Angry For All His Great Mind, That Gall Of Anger That Swarms Like Smoke Inside Of A Man's Heart And Becomes A Thing Sweeter To Him By Far Than The Dripping Of Honey.

The Fates Have Given Mankind A Patient Soul.

A Woman Is A Lot Like A Refrigerator. Six Feet Tall, 300 Pounds...it Makes Ice.

Canada? Why Would I Want To Leave America Just To Visit America, Jr.?

I'm Satisfied. It's Straight,...but It's Just So Hot, And I'm Just So Fraustrated.