Why should I care about posterity? What's posterity ever done for me?
My favourite poem is the one that starts 'Thirty days hath September' because it actually tells you something.
Afraid? Me? A man who's licked his weight in wild caterpillars?
Home is where you hang your head.
Some day there will have to be some new rules established about name-calling. I don't mean the routine cursing that goes on between husband and wife, but the naming of defenseless, unsuspecting babies.
Budget: a way of going broke methodically