The Labyrinth Blows, But I Choose It.

Radar Threw His Books Into His Locker And Shut It. Then The Din Of Conversation Around Us Quieted Just A Bit As He Turned His Eyes Toward The Heavens And Shouted, "it Is Not My Fault That My Parents Own The World's Largest Collection Of Black Santas.

Why Would You Try To Kill This Guy, Kevin? He's A Genius. Nuts To Your Truce.

As He Read, I Fell In Love The Way You Fall Asleep: Slowly, And Then All At Once.

Easy Comfort Isn't Comforting

Tiny, The Next Time That You Try To Set Me Up With A Girl With A Secret Boyfriend Can You At Least Inform Me That She Has A Secret Boyfriend? Also, If You Don't Call Me Back Within Five Minutes, I'm Going To Assume You Found A Way Back To Evanston. Furthermore, You Are An Asshat. That Is All.