And Would'st Thou Evil For His Good

From Now On Walking Is My Beer And Feeling Good Is My Hangover.

No Season Now For Calm, Familiar Talk.

I Wish That Strife Would Vanish Away From Among Gods And Mortals, And Gall, Which Makes A Man Grow Angry For All His Great Mind, That Gall Of Anger That Swarms Like Smoke Inside Of A Man's Heart And Becomes A Thing Sweeter To Him By Far Than The Dripping Of Honey.

What Greater Glory Attends A Man Than What He Wins With His Racing Feet And His Striving Hands?

Remember That Postcard Grandpa Sent Us From Florida Of That Alligator Biting That Woman's Bottom? That's Right, We All Thought It Was Hilarious. But, It Turns Out We Were Wrong. That Alligator Was Sexually Harassing That Woman.