Like, 'I really need EVERYTHING eaten and stamped on! Get me... SOME GOATS!'

Have you ever met any goats?

That's a lion on the front of that Pug, not a puma...

How about the TSA just sorts its fucking crack out, and stops behaving like a bunch of lunatics instead?

Nah, I live on the 13thfloor. And the house number is 169, which is, like, THIRTEEN THIRTEENS, man! 13thfloor elevators are good, though.

Depends if you're a cop or not...

It's important to have standards. There comes a point where one simply must draw a line in the sand, and cry, 'no more!'

DINOSAURS

I reckon you can knock of most of the 'dealing with an actual, not in bits dead body' type costs. They will have to embalm you by dipping individual pieces in a bowl of embalming fluid then putting you in a freezer bag. A small one.

Well, see, magnets are made up inside of even smaller magnets. It's magnets all the way down!

MAGNETS

On behalf of the world's temporarily embarrassed millionaires, I say fie on you! also, bootstraps! Bootstraps, sir!

Eeeh. I was a heroin addict, and I'm pretty good at giving injections...

Swoon. It looks like a baby 'Cuda there.

Helens Tower, plz. Seen one shiny box, you've seen em all.

"It's OK, we're the Good Guys"

Now, I've read some of your books. I liked them. And folks are complaining after you wrote them a book WITH GODDAMN SPACESHIPS AND SHIT IN IT AND EVERYTHING, because the spaceships don't go fast enough? Well, fuck those people, Karl. Fuck them right in the eye.

I've got carpet burns on my knees, quite possibly a zinc deficiency, and her number. It was okay :)

Ah. It's entirely likely your point went FOOOOOM, straight over my head. I'm tired and hungover, it was a long weekend.

Just out of interest, even if Pat Robertson were dead, why would it then be reprehensible to roundly mock him for being a nasty, anti-semitic asshole (a.k.a: a not-dead Pat Robertson)?