Generally Speaking, It Is Inhumane

I Woke Up At Five O'clock In The Morning With The Whole First Paragraph In My Head. Now, This Just Shows What A Slothful Person I Am: I Tried To Go Back To Sleep.

Life Is So Absurd Now That It Is Almost Impossible To Be A Satirist In This Era.

Don't Bother Discussing Sex With Small Children. They Rarely Have Anything To Add.

In New York We Have Zillions Of Different Kinds Of People, Many Of Them Hate Each Other, But Violence Based On That Hatred Is Really Uncommon Here.

Inhabitants Of Underdeveloped Nations And Victims Of Natural Disasters Are The Only People Who Have Ever Been Happy To See Soybeans.