Truth Is, I'm A Good

Mooner Was Walking Around Laying His Hands On The Cars, Divining Karma. "this Is It", He Said, Standing By A Small Khaki-colored Jeep."this Car Has Protective Qualities" You Mean Like A Guardian Angel?" I Mean, Like, It Has Seatbelts

A Woman's Never Too Old To Make An Idiot Of Herself. It Goes Along With Equality Of The Sexes And Potty Parity.

I Got Out Of The Elevator And Confronted Mr. Wexler. “killing Is Wrong.” “we Kill Chickens,” Mr. Wexler Said. “we Kill Cows. We Kill Trees. So Big Deal, We Kill Some Drug Dealers.” It Was Hard To Argue With That Kind Of Logic Because I Like Cows And Chickens And Trees Much Better Than Drug Dealers.

I Need To Look Like An Idiot At Least Twice A Day To Keep Myself Humble.

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