The trouble with being punctual is that nobody's
there to appreciate it.
We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like?
I can please only one person per day. Today is not your day. Tomorrow
isn't looking good, either.
I love deadlines. I especially like the whooshing sound they make as they go flying by.
I'd explain it to
you, but your brain would explode.
Someday we'll look
back on all this and plow into a parked car.
Tell me what you need
and I'll tell you how to get along without it.
Accept that some days you're the pigeon and some days you're the statue.
Last night, I lay
in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and thought to myself, "Where the heck is the ceiling?"
My Reality Check bounced.
I don't suffer from
stress. I'm a carrier.
You're slower than
a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter.
Do not meddle in the
affairs of dragons because, to them, you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
Everybody is somebody
else's weirdo.
Never argue with an
idiot. They drag you down to their level.
Am I getting smart
with you? How would you know?
A flying saucer results when a nudist spills
his coffee.
For people who like peace and quiet: a phoneless
cord.
I can see clearly now, the brain is gone...
The beatings will continue until morale improves.
I used up all my sick days, so I'm calling in
dead.
Mental Floss prevents Moral Decay.