In the distance, Bo saw a fairy. A fairy so beautiful that he felt proud of being called one in highschool.

I'm a drunken midget with a loaded gun, a loaded gun.

I think the comedy clubs tend to homogenize the acts a little bit, because they force them to be palatable in way too many environments.

I met a bipolar bear. He laughed, cried, then wanted a threesome.

All you god damn dirty Catholics can cath-o-lick my balls.

I'm bored way too easily. I'm staring at screens half the day. I need to be overstimulated. And how will that express itself artistically?

I think no matter what you do, a certain amount of people are going to call you a sellout, somehow, you know. If I ever start trying to make a living on it.