My dad was nothing but a bingo call.

You know,” he said, “P.S.S. Piss Camp.” “Yeah, I get it,” I said, “It’s just not funny.

Let’s just say, there’s not much of a moon out tonight,” Nose continued anyway, “but if Yale joined us, there would be.

...but I’d learned a long time ago that the worse things are, the more people lie about them.