They like you very much, but they are not the hell “your” whales.

November 9th, 2011 by The Duke of Raoul

FWIW, I have no explanation why my life keeps coming back to big Lincolns and Ford wagons.  It certainly must be mere coincidence.  Yeah, that could totally be it.

“Don’t tell me…you’re from outer space.” … “No, I’m from Iowa. I only work in outer space.”

Let me tell you something. I’m here to bring two humpback whales into the twenty-third century. If I have to, I’ll go to the open sea

I’d much rather have yours. It’s better for me. It’s better for you. It’s better for them. Think about it.

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