I'm totally confused about what I'm going to do with my life.

Your denial is beneath you, and thanks to the use of hallucinogenic drugs, I see through you.

BTW A 24 week old embryo is not a human being. You're not a human being until you're in my phone book.

That's starting to depress me about UFOs. The fact that they cross galaxies...and always end up in places like Fyfe, Alabama.

And on the seventh day, god stepped back and said and said, "This is my creation, perfect in every way... oh, dammit I left all this pot all over the place. Now they'll think I want them to smoke it... Now I have to create Republicans."

I don't identify with anyone historically, but there are several people in the future who I am a dead ringer for.

Life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.