One day the good times had to keep on rolling, and all of life's horseshit would turn to circuses.

Cofishes-other fish in a group, coworkers, cohorts, etc. Shut up, it's a word.

You think you know how this story is going to end, but you don't.

Do we still have to floss?" Tommy asked. "I mean, what's the point of being immortal if we have to floss?

Little-boy love...the cleanest pain I've ever known. Love without desire, conditions, or limits - a pure and radiant glow in the heart that could make me giddy and sad and glorious all at once. Where does it go? Why, in all their experiments, did the Magi never try to capture that purity in a bottle? Perhaps they couldn't.

I like a girl with a substantial bottom,' said Renoir, drawing in the air the size bottom he preferred.

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