The bright color of the fruit having caught my eye, I picked one off and examined it. Purely for experimental purposes, I threw the tomato at our fence to see what it would do. It exploded against the wood in a red, and quite satisfying, splotch of glory.
Hayes: Has anyone seen President Van Buren lately? He used to come to these meetings all the time. Harrison: He had told me that he was feeling a bit over-committed. After all, he’s pretty active in the Forgotten Vice-Presidents group and the One-Term Wonders Club. I think he’s also planning to start a group for presidents who speak Dutch. But as he is the only one qualified, I can’t see how that can go anywhere.
“I cannot tell whether you are a liar or a madman,” I growl, “but I will humor you just this once. Tell me, how would you help this kingdom?” He answers me with a straight-face: “Make me your king.”
Hayes: (To Pierce) I don’t know what you’re complaining about anyway. Personally, I’d rather be here than be in the League of Forgotten Vice-Presidents. I hear that’s a sorry group… Fillmore: Hey! I’m in that League! Hayes: (Gesturing to Fillmore) See what I mean?
Island Park; Geneva, IL (Photograph by Steven Dexheimer) “Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never is, but always To be blest. The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.” ~Alexander Pope
Pierce: I shouldn’t be here! Tyler: You’re an unknown President. Pierce: Not true…I am known as the handsomest President ever! Tyler: Who told you that? Hayes: His mother, probably.
“How can I be a hero?” Wendy whimpered. “Heroes don’t get scared!” “Course they get scared! Do ya know what makes a person a hero?” “No,” Wendy sniffled. “A hero is someone who looks their fear right in the face, and spits!”
According to columnist Dick Shewalter, “instead of using all four legs all the time, he ran on three legs, first using one hind leg for a few steps, then lifting it and switching to the other.” Sam Becker called this strange maneuver the “put down three and carry the one” run.
Am I a plaything, to be fought over between the forces of Good and Evil?
“Is that so, Mr…uh, what’s yer name again? Up and Down? Side to Side?” “In-N-Out,” the spy replied dryly. “Yeah, yeah, In-N-Out. I knew it was a weird name like that.” “It’s not just a name, it’s my occupation.”
Dexy's Midnight Ramblings 