Goodbye fossil fuels! We run on manure—healthy, sustainable manure.We’re F-rt Cars. Noble mission/objectionable emissions/you can’t have everything.
I do nothing that requires exertion.
For the love of Pete, Billy! Wear a scarf or you’ll catch your death of cold! Who cares what the Whigs think? If the Whigs told you to redivide the Northwest Territory, would you do it?
Are you my mother?
I know it’s paranoid, but I keep thinking that the only reason the cool doodles let me hang out with them is because I have feet. They only really talk to me when they need someone to go out for beer.
A lid for every pot.
Sweet. Happy V Day!
Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.
Well, I’ve just returned from the OB/GYN, and let me tell you— I had one hell of a sonogram.