I get out. I just don’t get out as far as some people do.

I stay close enough to home so I am able to run back inside in case the helicopters come.

For those who lack faith, when the possible becomes plausible, it becomes believable.

Those with faith believe the impossible is plausible.

I drilled holes in my muffler and put whistles in them.

Why is there a T is whistle? Isn’t that wasteful? Maybe Webster had some Ts left over and hid them in words. He’ll be back for them, I’m sure, then I’ll have to put something else in my muffler.

Or should I just leave it?

Some people ask how I come up with this stuff.

I don’t. It’s the other me and we’re not speaking to each other right now.

You’ll have to ask him yourself.

Phffft is the sucking sound your ears make when your brain implodes. Only dogs can hear it. That’s why they sometimes look at you funny. They know.