
That's not how binoculars work. How can I trust you anymore, Lisa Lutz?

Someone might want to tell him that his crypt is boiling over. And that it doesn't work well to stir with a sword. And not to make soup in a crypt.

Hey, they airbrushed out that guy who was pile-driving me on the beach and photoshopped on some fake-looking shorts. Why the fuck do you think
that summer was so memorable to begin with?

"If you fill these out at a lakeshore or riverbed we will fucking cut you."

"So this one time Lincoln shows up right as I'm painting my fence, and I see him through this knothole perfectly centered like he was posing for a goddamned photograph, and — shit, if that wasn't the greatest moment ever."

It's pretty simple really: smashing your enemy in the head with a rock and chopping off his/her head is a great way to get past your problems with your boss or your ex or your landlord. Try it sometime.

Finally, a good novel about a gobstopper.

That's right, kid. Strain your neck and lean over the railing to get a better view of that huge fucking shipwreck right in front of you. The extra foot makes all the difference.

Fort Pillow, by Harry Turtledove? Is this some sort of April Fool's joke cover?
Does the small print read "by the author of 'Marshmallow Bayonets' and 'Luscious Muskets'"? BWAAAHAAAHAAHAAAA!
[Edit: I just found out Fort Pillow was a real place. In my defense, that's fucking stupid.)

"Fuck if we know. Try going to the parent-teacher conferences, you dumb shit."

Remember that wicked skatepark that Bush installed on the Capitol dome? That was fucking
awesome.

Why the fuck are they having tea in the middle of the godamn street?