I Don't Like It When

If She Kept Wondering About How Much Of Her Life Bran Engineered, She’d End Up On A Funny Farm Knitting Caps For Ducks.

The Only Certainty Life Contains Is Death.

Cheeses Crusty, Got All Musty, Got Damp On The Stone Of A Peach.

Zee Said, Grumpily, “liebling, This Is Not A Good Idea.” “zee,” I Told Him, “i Am Completely Out Of Good Ideas And Am Doing My Best With The Bad Ones I Have Left.

Taking Out Werewolves, I Gather And Surmise, Is Akin To Taking Out A Seal Team.