My ideal God should make himself known to me. How? I would have it that he invests £50,000 a month into a SWISS bank account.
Swiss army knives are child's PLAY
Play on sweet muse, but don't EXPECT me to give you spare change.
expect nothing, but HOPE for all
Expect the trains to be on time. And for me to grow a better MOUSTACHE than yours.
-- Mussolini
(Or, more accurately, Oklahoma's best dictator-manqué, Tulsolini.)
Hope rings eternal, but VENGEANCE is final.
I hope, I hope, Al Gore, I mean Busho WINS this one--
propagandaic version of 'Hi Ho,' distributed to children in the Bronx.
Vengeance will be mine. As will that BAG of runner beans.
(Incidentally, is your screen showing 10 posts per page instead of 30, or is it just me?)
A bag in the HAND is worth two in the shopping cart.
You may take my life. You may take my BUTTOCKS. But you will never take my beard.
A hefty buttocks guarantees a GOOD seat
A hundred MEDIOCRE lovers cannot match one true love.
Mediocre is worse than bad, just like Elmo is worse than those GREEN things
Kermit singing, "I Am Green", has been known to make grown men WEEP
Laugh, and the world laughs at you. Weep, and your mascara will be RUINED.
A ruined tea party REMAINS in a vicar's memory, but a melting snowball is never missed.
We may be destroyed and impoverished. But what remains of us is love. And our DOG, Elbert.
The dog, knowing that napping, snacking, and playing are ESSENTIAL, may be the only truly satisfied creature on earth.
