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I was going through your photos, which– Stop screaming, you know you have nothing incriminating.

All My Fucks graduated from Shame University in 1998 with high honors.

The cool thing about being grateful is that any time you sense a challenge, you can thank it, and then you win.

Seriously, I cannot keep having these sales, because the last guy just bought a bajillion mattresses and we had no idea what to do with them.

Compared to 2020’s real-life plague, threat of fascist coup, and so on, your work has suffered from a lack of terrifying imagination.

The profession is not without risks. The first electric blanket took ten years to develop and three pro nappers suffered burns.

With so much laughter and Vicodin flooding the streets during the daylight hours, powerful dream beasts emerge to rule the night.

You make me better. You make me ask the tough questions, like do I have rabies, and is the baby giraffe at the zoo mad at me?

I come from a long line of well-known, obnoxious sounds. My father was the blast from a cruise ship, my uncle was the exhaust rattle of a Harley.

You can imagine what my relief will be when I go under for my final rest, a sleep from which I’ll never wake up disappointed.

Attain Zen. Zen means knowing if you are smiling and crying at once, you are making a rainbow.

There’s nothing I love more than hearing all types of fireworks one after the other. Sometimes it’s a bunch of little ones; like 25 in a row.