āI can't stop thinking like this.ā
āMy father was a small claims court jester.ā
āThe severity of the itch is proportional to the reach.ā
āIf a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to see it, do the other trees make fun of it?ā
āI have a fax machine with "fax waiting".ā
āI remember when the candle shop burned down. Everyone stood around singing 'Happy Birthday.'ā
āCall me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.ā
āGive me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.ā
āAn two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind.ā