You're not famous until you're a Pez dispenser.
My mother certainly loves caviar, but I think that's generational - they grew up thinking it's romantic or sophisticated or something.
There are two things that I know for certain guys are good for: pushing swings and killing insects.
Then I overdosed at 28, at which point I began to accept the bipolar diagnosis.
I guess, as they say, I never acquired a taste for [caviar].
If talking were aerobic, I'd be the thinnest person in the world.