Did you ever look into the personalities of male cooks, Army, logging camp, etc.? They're all supposed to be crazy, incomprehensible, contemptible. And angry. The act of feeding adult males seems to have strange personality effects.

Did you ever look into the personalities of male cooks, Army, logging camp, etc.? They're all supposed to be crazy, incomprehensible, contemptible. And angry. The act of feeding adult males seems to have strange personality effects.

Any chance beats no chance.

All I can say is that laughter is my music; I would deeply suspect an argument which hadn't laughter.

Anyone who shoots a real gun at you when drunk and angry is simply not husband material, regardless of his taste in literature.

You know, exams are like war -- the birth rate of ideas goes up. Anything to keep from this dismal regimen, says poor mind, and hopefully tosses up another distraction.

I dreamed horse and lived horse and expected, if necessary, to marry a horse; for all practical purposes I was a horse.