I have a girlfriend who talks like that all the time. Who constantly complain about their periods and plumbing and stuff.
Life is a cruel, horrible joke and I am the punch line.
I was street smart, but unfortunately the street was Rodeo Drive.
He's a very strange guy, my father. I can't get mad at him because he's so adorable.
I feel so agitated all the time, like a hamster in search of a wheel.
I don't think Christmas is necessarily about things. It's about being good to one another, it's about the Christian ethic, it's about kindness.