You don't get a rebate at the end of your life for living with an idiot.

God bless America. But God, please help Canada.

My parents got divorced. Early and ugly. My mum was nuts so I lived with my dad. We used to play a father/son games. Pin the blame on me, rock, paper, get me another beer, casino night.

I love being from a screwed up family. We have everything in my family: prescription drug abuse, mental illness, one of my uncles is a Mormon.

Growing up, road trips with Dad were something I hated. Sitting still for hours, singing that stupid song, "100 bottles of beer on the wall. 100 bottles of beer..." Dad, you know, keeping up with the song.

If you want to do something dangerous... Don't tell your girlfriend!

You don't get a rebate at the end of your life for living with an idiot.