When the world tells me i'm immature, I tell the world i'm just enjoying life, and the simple things it has to offer.

Life is like he Autobahn, you can go as fast as you want--as long as you aren't reckless.

Why don't they serve hot dogs at McDonalds? No one could order a McWeiner with a straight face! Just wait until they ask if you'd like to supersize that!

And why would I be hiding from Master Chubb in his own kitchen?" Halt challenged. Again, Horace shrugged innocently.
"Well, there was a tray of freshly made pies airing on the windowsill, wasn't there? And you're quite fond of pies, aren't you, Halt?"
Halt drew himself up very straight in the saddle. "Are you accusing me of sneaking into that kitchen to steal the pies for myself? Is that it?"
His voice and body language simply reeked of injured dignity.
"Of course not, Halt!" Horace hurried to assure him, and Halt's stiff-shouldered form relaxed a little.
"I just thought I'd give you the opportunity to confess," Horace added.

Life is a great big, fat reward!!! Cherish it!, no matter what.

Sometimes life seems like a dream, especially when I look down and see that I forgot to put on my pants