There Are Nights When The Wolves Are

I Kind Of Like It When A Lot Of People Die, And On The Other Hand I Always Wonder How Many Unused Frequent-flier Miles They Had.

People Love To Admit They Have Bad Handwriting Or That They Can't Do Math. And They Will Readily Admit To Being Awkward: 'i'm Such A Klutz!' But They Will Never Admit To Having A Poor Sense Of Humor Or Being A Bad Driver.

There Are No Bad Words. Bad Thoughts. Bad Intentions, And Wooooords.

If Work Is So Terrific, How Come They Have To Pay You To Do It?

Always Do Whatever's Next.