My beautiful son is a sponge fisherman who lives under Skies that still belongs to God. You can find him 10 12 even 16 fathoms down. He likes to remind me that you can die in clear blue water just as well as any other kind.

Bruce Pennington, 1976

Pan-buddy-psychism (the view that everything has a mind and is a buddy)

[charlie brown high fiving everyone after a funeral] good grief. good grief. good grief.

My body is a machine that turns coffee into still being tired

Pickle me timbers

I watched a man playing the jazz conch shell tonight, so I can scratch that one off the bucket list

You're just a fresh of breath air to be around

It's the weekend, baby

Happy half birthday to me

Does being a cutie guarantee the existence of a patootie? Scientists are racing to find an answer.

I'm going to start the blowjob institute of technology

Two snakes of a lambs tail