Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
My life may be a world of pain but from here on out it’s gonna be a cool, comfortable, and air-conditioned pain.
Am I meant to find a job, or is a job meant to find me?
Oh, I like it! Denial! That’s the first part of the grieving process. Now let’s all hold hands, huh?
I don’t know what all these naysayers are talking about. I’m cranked out on speed most of the time, but I am productivity personified.
We are about to put the Darwinism back in Social Darwinism, and brother, it’s gonna be fun.
Lonely? Eh, I couldn’t say. I mean, not really. A road’s a road. It ain’t got abandonment issues.