CALVIN: As usual goodness hardly puts up a fight.
Calvin: Dear Santa, before I submit life to your scrutiny, I demand to know who made YOU the matter of my fate?! Who are YOU to question my behavior, HUH??? What gives you the right?! Hobbes: Santa makes the toys, so he gets to decide who to give them to. Calvin: Oh.
I think nighttime is dark so you can imagine your fears with less distraction.
My whole problem is that my lips move when I think.
I go to school, but I never learn what I want to know.
I like my smock. You can tell the quality of the artist by the quality of his smock. Actually, I just like to say smock. Smock smock smock smock smock smock.