Mr. Pullum is a dick, and if he were two dicks, he’d like to pullum both.

“A windmill has arms, but does not hug. Where’s the love?”

“He’s being silent again. Tell him to be quiet.”

“It’s a lie. There isn’t safety in numbers. But there is safety in letters. Ther…”

“I skinned a skunk to make a rug. You know, for the bathroom.”