Man 1: You know, I once shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.
Man 2: Really? I once shot a man in Reno, but I couldn't tell you why.
Man 1: I once shot a man in Reno and then went home to cry.
Man 2: I once shot a man in Reno and then watered his cacti.
Man 1: I once shot a man in Reno and a bunch more in My Lai.
Man 2: I think we're done here.
— xkcd #206
"Why be led, when you can be leader?
Why bow to lady luck when you can beat her?
Why sit back and relax if you can pull your fill?
Before you are taken, why not go in for the kill?
"...Quant sor un rouge olifant
Vint uns limeçons armés
Qui lor aloit escriant :
« Fil a putain, sa venez !
Je versefie en dormant. »"
("...When on a red elephant
An armed snail arrived
That shouted to them:
'Come on then, sons of bitches!
I rhyme in my sleep.'")
"If I spoke prose, you'd all find out / I don't know what I talk about!"
— Jeremy, Yellow Submarine
Calvin scrambled up the stairs and dove into a door on the top floor.
Heh, heh. Maybe I could write a poem for my next story.
Elevator Attendant Buzz: Mr. Kline, up to 9. Mrs. Dell, personnel. Mr. Levin, 37.
Mr. Levin: Uh, 36
Buzz: Walk. Down.