I’ll start a threesome factory that also makes sex trees. How else am I supposed to grow coffee?

Molecular biology has shown that even the simplest of all living systems on the earth today, bacterial cells, are exceedingly complex objects. Although the tiniest bacterial cells are incredibly small, weighing less than 10-12 gms,...

I want to have a bunch of kids so I can open a factory and have free labor. Beat that, China!

To grasp the reality of life as it has been revealed by molecular biology, we must magnify a cell a thousand million times until it is twenty kilometers in diameter and resembles a giant airship...

I had a dream about you. A fire raged in a forest, and we just laughed, because we owned a marshmallow factory.

School is a factory where the raw material called student is turned into a product called employee.

I want to mass produce wretchedness. An unsatisfactory factory. Then I want to produce cologne and stench—at different ends of the production line. So it would be an olfactory factory.

Deciding which relationships to pursue can be difficult. Especially if you’re trying to get hired by the Magic 8 Ball factory and that little triangle thing isn’t floating right.

I dropped out of school in the fourth grade to work in a shoe factory before I took up farming. I grew salmon—on trees.

My grandfather was a shoemaker who worked in a shoe factory.

I’m thinking of moving my cloning factory to someplace less visible, like in front of a fogged mirror.

I had a dream about you. My office was a closet, and your office was a huge fur factory. I wanted a raise, and you got the elevator.

I’m a fake fact factory. The things I make are the things I make up. Also, as a side business, I make love. Actually, I just made that up.

I’m like Casanova meets Henry Ford. My reproduction methods are more like production methods one might see in a factory, complete with conveyer belts, mechanical assistance, and cheap labor.

Well we’re waiting here in Allentown,For the Pennsylvania we never found,For the promises our teachers gave,If we worked hard,If we behaved…So the graduations hang on the wall,But they never really helped us at all,No they...

I am a fact factory. I make things you can’t make up.

The factory of love encompasses all, but on some days, does it seem to be one of suffocation, squeezing its target too tightly? And on other days not tight enough? Or maybe that is the...

I had a dream about you. You sold Tuesdays to factory workers on Monday mornings. You had a good thing going, until I showed up with a vender cart stocked full of Wednesdays.

We all make mistakes. Some just manufacture them in a factory and sell them to the public.

Workers were required to stay six months, and even then permission to quit was not always granted. The factory held the first two months of every worker’s pay; leaving without approval meant losing that money...