Time Didn't Pass; It Tailgated.

You Become Uneasy With People In Direct Proportion To How Many Lies You Have To Keep Track Of In Their Presence.

And I'm A Pair Of Pants With A Hole Scorched Through The Ass?

We Did Make Use, From Time To Time, Of Candles, Neckties, Scarves, Shoelaces, A Little Water-color Paintbrush, Her Hairbrush, Butter, Whipped Cream, Strawberry Jam, Johnson’s Baby Oil, My Swedish Hand Vibrator, A Fascinating Bead Necklace She Had, Miscellaneous Common Household Items, And Every Molecule Of Flesh That Was Exposed To Air Or Could Be Located With Strenuous Search.

Librarians Are The Secret Masters Of The World. They Control Information. Don't Ever Piss One Off.

Man, You're No Smarter Than Me. You're Just A Fancier Kind Of Stupid.