His battle with Positron Boy was a blast.

I prefer being postpared.

I particularly like the way he tamps down the cups with the plam of his other hand. It gives the drinkers the subtle taste of je ne sais quoi.

Top place for chocolate: My mouth.

I recall an English couple, I believe, who booked a flight to Auckland, New Zealand, and ended up in Oakland, California (which, I might add, is no suitable destination).

Price is Right used to offer two identical motorcycles, etc., and the contestant had to guess between two total prices, one an odd number, the other an even number.
More often than not, the odd number would be chosen and I would find myself yelling at the innumerate contestant.
Sheesh!

A man after my own heart — literally.

Fortunately, there's a vas deferens between the testicles and the urethra.

I've seen plenty of inorganic life on the streets of San Francisco.

The man has occupied far too much space-time.

Amazing strength, flexibility, and stamina.
About age 35, though, they'll be visited by Mr. Osteoarthritis, especially in the cervical vertebrae.

I'm building a death star in my back yard, but I can hardly get any work done because the neighbors are at the fences yelling at me 24x7.
(Wait till I'm done. I'll fix them.)

I wonder what the cows would have done if the ditch had not been there. (Hence the ditch.)

That something can be done is no good reason for doing it.

I wish I had a forest of wishing trees.