Three Months Of Memories

I'm not one for nostalgia, but below is but a few of the many highlights of the past three months:

• I don't really care about your thoughts on the world or your 3rd grade understanding of economics.
• Most people listen to garbage.
• That reflective thing in the middle of your windshield is called a rear-view mirror.
• Thank L. Ron Hubbard that you are okay!
• Would you choose a broom?
• Must be better than granola!
• ...would have a stroke if he heard I was working out of Japan and he hadn’t already died of a stroke 20 years ago.
• Who r u?
• I would join his cult in a HEARTBEAT.
• I am not a dear. I am an antalope.
• Condi, I gotta drop the Cosby kids off at the pool.
• Monkeys don't need captions to be funny.
• Carrots are better than poop.
• It's a nerdy weather link.
• That's a look at my insanity. Back to you, Pam and Steve.
• He hates accordians.
• Check it.
• ...nicknamed the Bowcaster by a Wookiee sports writer.
• Not talking about it will earn you a cheapshot in the short ribs.
• Will tends to prefer grammatical pomposity to making a point.
• The woman was none other than Linda Hanrahan.
• Fully smurfed but with a broken smurf and a smurf in her smurf.
• Have you seen the Bea Arthur video?
• Papa Smurf always says the Snorks are a bunch of [expletive deleted].
• It's clintastic.
• I can squat a Boeing 747.
• Do you like to go out in the woods and hunt for magi?
• Your warm heart is still beating rythmically behind my little league trophies.
• And I am not a chubby chasing gay man.
• Ask him if they have any razor blades.
• I will be the armless man shedding a tear when I say, "Higher, Jim!"
• Also visible in the picture is yours truly and Clubbin' Chris.
• I will not demand that the Sugar Bowl be renamed to the Sanford R. Sugar Bowl or Sugar R. Jones Bowl.
• All this sounds like a recipe for crap.