Are you sure he’s all right, Susie?” Susan smiled a little defensively. “Sure, I’m sure. He looks like…oh, I don’t know—a college instructor or something.” “They say the Mad Bomber looked like a gardener,” Mrs Norton said reflectively. “Moose shit,” Susan said cheerfully. It was an epithet that never failed to irritate her mother.

The world will respect you when you are at a high place; even your shadow will trample you if your situation goes down a bit.

When my hair was shorter, I used to get it done every couple of days... but I got tired of that.

When you&#39;re born you get a ticket to the freak show. When you&#39;re born in America, you get a front row seat.

Written By George Carlin

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