It's A Fine Line Between Saturday Night

Our Children May Save Us If They Are Taught To Care Properly For The Planet; But If Not, It May Be Back To The Ice Age Or The Caves From Where We First Emerged. Then We'll Have To View The Universe Above From A Cold, Dark Place. No More Jet Skis, Nuclear Weapons, Plastic Crap, Broken Pay Phones, Drugs, Cars, Waffle Irons, Or Television. Come To Think Of It, That Might Not Be A Bad Idea.

What Would Pop-eye Do In A Tight Spot Like This?

My Occupational Hazard Is My Occupation's Just Not Around.

I Remember The Excruciating School Task Of Writing A Three-page Term Paper. But, Oh, That Feeling When I Was Done! I Think I Drive Myself For That Feeling Of Accomplishment.

They Send You Off To College, Try To Gain A Little Knowledge, But All You Want To Do Is Learn How To Score.