What do you mean, I’m not a duck? I look around and all I see are ducks, so I must be one, right?
The body of an angel and the mind of a devil, that’s me!
This is the line for tickets to the Byrds concert, right?
“What we’ve got here is failure to communicate.” (Cool Hand Luke Kite)
And I was blue before this unending pandemic. Anyone got a Prozac?
Mom always said “the sky’s the limit for you, little one.” Who knew she would be so right?
Fourth and six on your own 47? Cmon, you gotta punt.
We’re here for the casting call, Mr. Hitchcock.
So they have no problem waiting nine months, but I’m an hour or so late and they lose it?
You can call me Waldo, all the children used to.