I'll bet my autopsy reveals my mouth is too big.

Hello Dad! It is now three in the morning. Do you know where I am?

There is not enough time to do all the nothing we want to do.

You are demoted from First Tiger to bulk rate.

There's no problem so awful that you can't add some guilt to it and make it even worse!

I've been thinking Hobbes" "On a weekend?" "Well, it wasn't on purpose

Let's say that life is this square of the sidewalk. We are born at this crack and we die at that crack. Now we find ourselves somewhere inside the square and in the process of walking outside of it. Suddenly, we realize our time in here is fleeting. Is our quick experience here pointless? Does anything we say or do in here really matter? Have we done anything important? Have we been happy? Have we made the most of these precious few footsteps?