It's Christmas! Ah, Christmas, the time when all good people go about not decapitating each other.

Tommy had felt alone in a crowd before, even inferior to everyone in a crowd, but now he felt, well, different. It wasn't just the clothes and the make up, it was the humanity. He wasn't part of it. Heightened senses or not, he felt like he had his nose pressed against the window, looking in. The problem was, it was the window of a donut shop.

Whistler,' Manet called. 'How's your mother?

May the IRS find that you deduct your pet sheep as an entertainment expense.

Even a mentally challenged shark would figure out that sea turtles did not wear boxer shorts printed in flying piggies, and no sea turtle would be yattering streams of obscenities between chain-smoker gasps of breath.

She was an alien, really - a sort of eating, pooping, tantrum machine - and he didn't understand anything about her species.

So hey, once Joshua heals your brother, you want to go do something, get some pomegranate juice, a falafel,or get married or something?