The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept.
May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house.
The planet is fine. The people are fucked.
If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?
What does it mean to pre-board? Do you get on before you get on?
Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck.