Minds are like parachutes. Just because you've lost yours doesn't mean you can borrow mine.
Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who run naked through your neighborhood at night, screaming “Kenneth, what is the frequency? The Department of Commerce planted microchips in my brain!”
Build-Your-Own Calendar with this design.
Never attribute to stupidity that which can be adequately explained by a pathological bloodlust for control.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions, and now they’re bringing it right to my driveway and taxing me for it.