Lena takes shelter from the high winds behind this conveniently-placed father, who was in the area, fortuitously, competing in a "Most Ludicrous Smirk" contest.

Zoloft is strength!

Then came the bar fight, and the blood, and the property damage. And then, of course, the recriminations.

Yes, father, certainly you're winning right now, but my time will come. You'll have to go to sleep ... eventually. 

And another thing: I'm not about to grow up in any cornball state where eating horsemeat is a constitutional felony. "Why can't I vote? Oh, it's because I ate some horse this one time." What in God's name are you people thinking?

Hey - whaddyou tink you're lookin' at? 

Miss Stiffler is not presently inclined to comment on the proposed nap time legislation. 

The estate of Orson Welles was unavailable for a response.

Oh boy, sleep! That's where I'm a viking!

I just KNOW you didn't set me down next to a fricking lion. 

As A Wife Has Grover Cleveland, A Love Story

Nearly all of it to be as a wife has Grover Cleveland, a love story. All of it to be as a wife has Grover Cleveland; all of it to be as a wife has Grover Cleveland, a love story.

As to be all of it as to be a wife as a wife has Grover Cleveland, a love story, all of it as to be all of it as a wife all of it as to be as a wife has Grover Cleveland a love story, all of it as a wife has Grover Cleveland as a wife has Grover Cleveland a love story.

Has made, as it has made as it has made, has made has to be as a wife has Grover Cleveland, a love story. Has made as to be as a wife has Grover Cleveland a love story. As a wife has Grover Cleveland, as a wife has Grover Cleveland, a love story. Has to be as a wife has Grover Cleveland a love story. Has made as to be as a wife has Grover Cleveland a love story.

Yeah, buddy, that's perfect. Now keep 'em occupied while I filch the silverware. 

SWF enjoys nusery rhymes, chewing plastic, collecting human souls. R U my Martin Heidegger? No fatties.

...and the pacifier is just another tool of the adultman. Baby Power. 

Greased baby contest 

After the morning sermon from Kierkegaard

Upon learning that Wittgenstein will be on the reading list 

This is not a love song

I've been leaving on my things, so in the morning when the morning bell rings, there's still dinner on my dinner jacket when the dinner bell rings.