This liberal doxy must be impaled upon the member of a particularly large stallion.

employers sense in me a denial of their values...they fear me. i suspect that they can see that i am forced to function in a century which i loathe.

Oh, Fortuna, blind, heedless goddess, I am strapped to your wheel,' Ignatius belched, 'Do not crush me beneath your spokes. Raise me on high, divinity.

The human desire for food and sex is relatively equal. If there are armed rapes, why should there not be armed hot dog thefts?

It will all end very badly, Gus

Veneration of Mark Twain is one of the roots of our current intellectual stalemate.

I bet you cook good, huh?" Darlene asked. "Mother doesn't cook," Ignatius said dogmatically. "She burns.