Weeping willows remind me of summer. And sadness. I wonder if tissues are made out of their trunks.

“I could save money if I ate my coworker’s pussy for lunch, rather than going to…”

“If you waive my fee, I’ll wave at you. I might even wink.”

“The chain of command, I wear it around my neck.”

“I have a list of people to kill. All but number 33 are my clones. Who’s number …”