One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach
with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each
scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one belonged to him
and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the
footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his
life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it
happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him, and he questioned the Lord about it: "Lord, you
said that once I decided to follow you you'd walk with me all the way, but
I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is
only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed you most
you would leave me."
The Lord replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you and would never
leave you. Also, you're being intermittently stalked by the Invisible Man".
You know, fingerprints are like snowflakes; they're both so pretty!
She had man hands. The hands of a man. It's like a creature out of Greek Mythology,
I mean, she was like part woman, part horrible beast.
Social experimentation. Play at your own risk.
George Michael: Fingerprints? You said they wouldn't be taking fingerprints.
Maebe: No, I said don't wear your mittens.