I try to imagine what it was like for my wife when two lines meant positive and the closest I get is when
God: Do you trust me? Me: It’s not my fault!
Who says ye cannae change the laws… Where before Every action had An equal and opposite reaction Now every reaction
I know how it must sound– A two-year long two—week lockdown— But let me expound And dish the lowdown: What we fear’s a hoedown
People keep repeating the same mis… Until they learn their lesson But what if the lesson is that History repeats itself? If you’ve skimmed your Nietzsche
When at last Our time comes Just as we realize the need To give things time It will have come to pass
The crucial ingredient for random mutation to drive evolution is a surplus of time But nothing
When I caught my wife cutting up… she said it was to prevent birds getting stuck in them like six-pac…
It’s not how well you prompt AI it’s how promptly you do so because he who laughs first will have the last laugh
It’s a lot easier for men to dwell in the mystery of what a woman wants than to acknowledge what it is exactly that
Everyone wants to drive a wedge between the monotheists and the Da… when the only real difference is that the former believe this land was made for you and me
In failing to put the I in team I took the erotic out of neurotic
Not one of us Has all the answers But we all Have all the answers Because there is only
I have not loved my neighbor as my… but I have consistently greeted hi… with an insouciant bonhomie
If you pull my heartstring I’ll say one of eleven pre-recorded phrases but you can only hear the ones in the first four dimensions
