I've had seven balls of light come off a UFO...explain to me telepathically we are all one and there's no such thing as death.

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

I'm just trying to rid the world of all these fevered egos that are tainting our collective unconscious.

Rock stars against drugs--that's what we want, isn't it? Government-approved rock-n-roll? Woo! We're partying now!

Laughter makes the bitter swallowing of truth, for some, a little easier.

What before seemed a...frustrating wall, the comic deftly and fearlessly steps through, proving the absurdity of it all.

I'm an American who loves an America which doesn't exist, which is a land of freedom and free ideas.