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Death is cured! USA! USA! USA! "This is Canada." "Yeah, but you sound stupid chanting 'Ca-na-da!

Any time I'm at work at 2:00 a.m., it's either PEBKAC or Microsloth.

I'm always a bit shy around evil people...

cahoots being a legal term in Wyoming, see cahooting in the first degree, intent to cahoot, and so on.

I don't trust people who don't like animals. Hell, animals are the finest people I know.

Interesting office management skills, kind of a 'violence is not the answer so I'm going to beat the shit out of you philosophy.

If Paradise lies beneath the feet of the mothers -those tender feet of Dodola- then it's Hell that waits beneath mine.

Well, suffering swordfish, exclaimed Fishlegs. Hiccup is LEFTHANDED.

The mighty bosoms of Big-Boobied Bertha had killed many a Warrior in mortal combat.

Does this look like a dragon who would poo in a helmet???

WARNING Any Relationship to any historical fact WHATSOEVER is entirely coincidental. You have been WARNED

The witch sprang animal-like from

Drood Commander, watching Xar in the mirror. 'He said: "Everything Open,"' said Encanzo. The smug smile was instantly wiped off the Drood Commander's face

Against inebriation – and for drunkenness! Burn down the liquor stores, and replace them with playgrounds!

What is common becomes sense, but what is sensible doesn't always become common.

Frustrated, El Líder went home, rested his pitching arm, and started a revolution in the mountains.

Does being forty feel fabulous and foxy?" Liz asked.

perhaps this was how grown-up conversations worked—not that your communication didn't falter, but that you both made good-faith attempts to rectify things after it had.

Reading the nurse's name tag, Mr. Bennet replied with fake enthusiasm, "Bernard! We're mourning the death of manners and the rise of overly familiar discourse. How are you?

Sort of on this topic…I know this is a loaded question coming from me, but what would you say is your relationship with drinking and alcohol? You mentioned having "grapefruit seltzer water on the rocks" when your stepdad has a cocktail

Father Ramsay smiled his sphingine smile. 'You know my opinion of buttermilk,' he said. 'I'll wait for the ale.

The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.

A curious latency stirred in her consciousness that was not yet an idea.

The shame, the roused feeling of exposure acted on his brain, made him heavy, unutterably heavy.