You're fighting a battle of good and evil with your dog pimp! Your only weapon is the shimmy! There is power in the shimmy! Make him fear your shimmy! Now, goddamnit, show me your war shimmy!

Justin Halpern tosses lightning bolts of laughter out of his pocket like he is shooting dice in a back alley. In one sweep of a paragraph, he ranges from hysterical to disgusting to touching--and does it all seamlessly. Sh*t My Dad Says is a really, really funny book.

If you really believe in what you're doing, work hard, take nothing personally, and if something blocks your route, find another. Never give up.

I have more faith in my bra than I have in my accountant.

I could croak with no warning, and the only tragedy anyone would experience would be showing up on the last day of my estate sale simply to discover that all remaining items had copious amounts of dog hair on them.

I'm nicer on tax day than I am when I'm on deadline.

Small towns are sometimes like that; familiarity runs high, while regard for personal space is low, if nonexistent.