I get depressed at airports.

I want to work for myself, and I do work for myself. I make plenty of money working for myself.

It should be like a salmon taking to open water. I've done so much morning radio that I won't be overwhelmed by it, but it's still going to be a challenge.

I've got a great eye for color. I'm like a chick.

It's like the Fouth of July in my underpants.

When I am king, I will revise the sexual bases system so that getting to first base will include oral sex and sodomy!

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