"Breaking rocks in the hot sun.
I fought the law and the law won."
You may wonder what anyone needed broken rocks for. It was for railway roadbeds. Those sharp angular bits of rock settle and grip, so they don't shake loose.

I call the 8 ball in the prow pocket.

Here's what it sounds like. (#9)
http://www.soundboard.com/sb/Walrus_sounds.aspx

Bunch o' lazy b*stards.

Gimme a cuppa joe.

Geez! Don't make a molehill out of a mountain, dude.

Man, I hate that shoe thing. Some travel magazine wrote, back in 1962, that the key to comfortable air travel is to remove your shoes. By the time you arrive the whole plane smells of stale farts and stinky feet.

"...Gather your razor blades; Store with film..."
Hello. It's the 21st century now.

“In the United States, the [psychological] well-being of successive birth-cohorts has gradually fallen through time.”
English, motherf*cker; do you speak it?

Looks like Jesus.

Dick Tracey certainly agrees with this theory.

Don't go to the airport.

Two words. Raw Pizza.

Practically everything has some oil in it. Certainly that computer you're using, and unless you're sitting on a log, probably the chair you're sitting in. Even if it's made of wood, the varnish was probably made with petroleum.
There is no inherent evil quality in oil. In fact, it comes out of the earth. It's as natural as a tree.

What Roo said, plus a 54 click slide show? NO! NO! NO!