Do you still have that hooded parka, made from a water buffalo's ass, lined with the skin of a walrus penis, and trimmed in Bushtit feathers?
Well, of course. How could I live without it?
All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.