SHREW

Excuse me, I can't talk right now. I have to make a phone call.

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Ruing this day for no particular reason.

The godless heathens may have had a point.

Of course you would say that: you are confused.

Something I feel has been lost in the shuffle is that we can blow up this planet whenever we want.

Obviously there's been some confusion.

An idea is like a horrible nightmare you can't go to sleep from.

Helping myself to a helping hand freshly hewn from a helpful human host.

Have you heard? Robots are now fighting our wars. Thousands of innocent lives will be snuffed out without the decency of a human touch. When will it end? Robots driving our cars? Writing our emails? Pleasuring our women? Has any concern been expressed about this? Any roundtable discussions held?

You're going to be one musty ass homeowner.

I have an unshakable belief in natural immutable hierarchies and in all of them I am lower than shit.

Bro thinks he can rule the waves. Not so

I do think that, but without the "huh". Not my style.

Damn near convinced myself it would stand up and open the human door. Such an imaginary figment scared the shit out of me.

You have only yourself to blame, Mr. Vasqez.

The time has gone to let bygones be bygones. You've made an enemy for life.

What do you think?

I wasn't "trying" to say anything; I simply said it.

You don't know?

I was just asking why they call you David “Pissenshit” Vasqez.

For the record, "There will be other representatives" just so happens to have been my position on that Jesus fellow.

I didn't realize there would be so many eclipses.

Smoking the very same shit that Ken Burns

This isn't an endless war, guys. Yes, we don't know when it will end, but that doesn't mean it's endless. Everything ends, eventually. Nothing lasts forever. All our lives are measured. Even the stars shall one day fade. The only thing for certain is here and now. So no, it's not an endless war.

Why is that?

Eating every mushroom I find in the woods until one kills me.

I haven't even had a chance to finish the old York Times yet.

Don't lose hope. You have a lifetime of miracles and freak accidents ahead of you.

Sadly, when it comes to asses, all I've got is a goose egg (big fat zero).

"You are no son of mine." I step aside to reveal a newer, better father; richer, stronger, more powerful and compassionate than I could ever be.