"Holyy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now."
"...and at the hour of our death?"
"That would be a tautology."
"...and at the hour of our death?"
"That would be a tautology."
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.