Man, you're no smarter than me. You're just a fancier kind of stupid.
Shared joy is increased, shared pain is lessened.
Some guys step on a rake in the dark, and get mad and go punch somebody. Others step on a rake in the dark and fall down laughing at themselves. I know which kind of guy I'd rather be. So do my friends.
And I'm a pair of pants with a hole scorched through the ass?
A beginning is the end of something, always.
To all the Callahan's Places there ever were or ever will be, whatever they may be called — and to all the merry maniacs and happy fools who are fortunate enough to stumble into one: may none of them arrive too late!