I daydream about being woken in the dead of night by the sound of shouts, cheers, and car horns.

I’m just saying that when it happens I’m jumping out of bed, running to my window, and tossing a coin to a boy to buy the biggest goose in town

when it happens... I will be online ALL day. cancel my appointments. hold my calls. "what were you doing when you found out?" my grandchildren will ask. "the posts, children, I was reading the posts!!" I'll say, and we'll all crowd around my scrapbook containing the best ones

Live your life such that everyone doesn’t spend ten solid years planning the rager they’re going to throw when you die.

They should do this to Stephen Miller when It Happens