To whom it may concern: It is springtime. It is late afternoon.
I think you guys are going to have to come up with a lot of wonderful new lies, or people just aren't going to want to go on living.
Never schedule a board meeting on Wednesday because it kills two weekends.
And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like "Poo-tee-weet?
Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
The big trouble with dumb bastards is that they are too dumb to believe there is such a thing as being smart.