Prehensile Tails aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.

The secret of the matrix is that there are no passwords.

 

What’s the measure of a good ruler? Probably plastic injection mold quality and form, along with solid economic policies.

 

My favorite weapon is still the Louisville aluminum slugger, child sized of course.

 

I want to live in Barbie’s Dream House.  I mean if I scrunched down and got rid of the levels, and took a lot of yoga, I think maybe I could fit into it.  It sure is a long shot but I’d be willing to give it a try.

 

If I end up in Hell, I think the worst thing would be to have a constant hang over while having to play doubles tennis on a court smeared in KY with someone with the kind of BO you get from eating too much Indian food next to a giant pool of lava that smells like Aqua Velva.  And the tennis balls are real and hairy.

 

I still don’t get what tool and die is.  It’s like one of those ideas that no matter how many times it’s explained to you, you just don’t get it.

 

What if the guy who invented the box was thinking outside the gourd?

 

What if man had invented a stationary pen and movable paper?