You Should Listen To Your Heart, And

Love Is A Snowmobile Racing Across The Tundra And Then Suddenly It Flips Over, Pinning You Underneath. At Night, The Ice Weasels Come.

Today Is The First Day Of The Rest Of Your Short, Brutish Existence As A Sentient Creature Before Being Snuffed Out Into Utter Nothingness For All Eternity.

I Can't Believe It! Reading And Writing Actually Paid Off!

Never! Never, Marge! I Can't Live The Button-down Life Like You. I Want It All: The Terrifying Lows, The Dizzying Highs, The Creamy Middles! Sure, I Might Offend A Few Of The Bluenoses With My Cocky Stride And Musky Odors -- Oh, I'll Never Be The Darling Of The So-called 'city Fathers' Who Cluck Their Tongues, Stroke Their Beards, And Talk About "what's To Be Done With This Homer Simpson?!

It's Not Easy To Juggle A Pregnant Wife And A Troubled Child, But Somehow I Managed To Fit In Eight Hours Of Tv A Day.