Remember, it’s for your own good.
The Triceratops told me not to worry.
Keep climbing, the weekend is within reach.
All that remains of megalomania are monuments of decay.
It’s not the electric drive, it’s a kind of license plate death star.
How about Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny?
Today I got to choose who will lead me to the slaughter.
If you feel like you’re being watched, you probably are.
Protecting a misconception isn’t brave, it’s ridiculous.
That doesn’t really help, does it?