That's an interesting philosophical question. When your boner goes away, is that one gone... forever?

I'm not comically oriented. I get angry and I start complaining and then people start laughing. I don't even want them to laugh half the time.

I cook a little bit. I make a Hungarian dish called chicken paprikash that's out of this world. I'll give a heads-up to all of your readers that it doesn't have to be between Thai and Mexican every night. Toss some Hungarian in every once in a while. You will not be sorry. Good, solid peasant food.

I'm harmless. I don't have any ill will or ill thought towards anybody. When people know you're that way, you can say stuff that the creepy guy at your office could never get away with.

Mmm, tastes like hepatitis!

When I fart my ass makes a trumpet sound that heralds the arrival of the smell.

The main thing that I learned from my horrible job experiences was how horrible they were.