I always like places like that. They induce serenity.

Yes, my I.Q. is 50 but I’m a dog so you multiply it by seven.

Lol. And the last few years would be weird.

Birthdays really would be happy if we were born old and got younger every year.

Always The Hours.

How is it possible that I’m fifty. How the ****?

We’re only ever a few inches away from death. I wonder if there’s anything I can do to avoid contracting it.

It’s hard to believe. Who’s the head of I.T. at your company, a cockroach?

Nice, but I’d be worried about flies landing on my salad.

It’s just a beautiful moving song.