I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different.
Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.
To whom it may concern: It is springtime. It is late afternoon.
Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round & wet & crowded. At the outside, babies, you've got about a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies-God damn it, you've got to be kind.