Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us.
The problem with the future is that it keeps turning into the present.
I know the world isn't fair, but why isn't it ever unfair in my favor?
It's surprising how hard we'll work when the work is done just for ourselves.
So, what's it like in the real world? Well, the food is better, but beyond that, I don't recommend it.
A real job is a job you hate.
