Sweaty Skeptics Mugs

"You calm down."

"I packed the cooking gear like you told me, Dad...where do I plug it in?"

"Professor Williams had at first been reluctant to join the Assistant Deans in their Think Great Thoughts aerobics. He later came to enjoy the activity."

'For your aerobic exercise today, give me five 'Sweet Georgia Browns', a couple of 'Hot Times in the Old Town Tonight', and hit the showers.'

"We daren't go in there at our age. We'd probably end up with slipped discos!"

"MMPHH. . . I said I don't think I'm built for yoga!"

'Houston..Er..I don't know how to tell you this..'

'Free gifts to every kid in the whole world? -- What are you running for?'

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, lady, can't you read?"

Three Pointless Things to Do This Week: Break into a sweat/Search for the Hero Inside Yourself/Toy with the Idea of Leaving Your Husband or Wife.

Agnostics Society: Absolute worst place to ask for directions.

'Frankly, I think you've got a cheek asking me if you're the fairest of them all.'

I hate autumn!

When prunes lose the plot: they advertise anti wrinkle cream.

"I'm eighteen, Clay. I don't have to work out."

"Bah, humbug! It's not just for Christmas anymore."

'I need a statement that I've been here for the past 15 minutes and read David Hume's An Enquiry Concerning Human Understanding.'

'You might think it's your roof, but it's really my yard.'

"Mum said it's OK for us to watch. So it can't be much good."

"I'm looking at your results, Mr. Dumpty...and your cholesterol is dangerously high!"

The Woman Without a Core

Clancy: Taking Everything with a Pinch of Salt

"He can't roll over, he sheds too much, he can't fetch. How can he be the Messiah?"

'Walk all the way to the woods?! Why can't we just call a cab?'

'Spread it on, lick it off.'

"I've finally joined a gym but have decided to ease myself in - so I've booked a twice monthly pedicure."

'All I did was touch the screen here, and it called me a misanthrope.'

'We'll go to Santa's Grotto next year, after the recession.'

'No, I won't go out with you, Nigel, not 'til you man up!'

'I hate Mondays.'