I have been stabbed, shot, poisoned, frozen, hung, electrocuted and burned and every morning I wake up without a scratch on me, not a dent in the fender… I am an immortal. – Phil Connors
Groundhog’s Day is my favorite holiday of the year. So joyous.
When’s the last time you were limited to just two choices and whichever way you went, it was okay, they’re both good?
The bucktoothed bastard has only to choose between six more weeks of calm slumber or glorious, sunny spring!
It’s like the Mexicans paying for The Wall.
