You should get acquainted with my early stuff.
Shooting them will only be half the process.
Ever notice how nobody understands anyone? How’d THAT get started?
A solar sail is a fine metaphor for love if you think of the sun as a good thing.
You know, most gods can’t even read.
Fire once, look directly at the camera and tell them why you need the money.
Most guessing-games I play end in tears. Other people’s tears.
Fighting evolved as a way to make ladies horny. Way to go, ladies.
Sssh - can’t you see you’re making Little Malaria jealous?