If studies on lab rats are any indication, human beings have a deep-seated fear of a big, scary cat being let into their cage.

Drum Competitions are called such because no one wants to win the big Beat Off.

How do I ask my shrink to stop responding to everything I say with, Too much information! and then giggling behind a pillow?

I'm only afraid of dying if I'm to be held accountable for what I did while living. If there's no God or reckoning, I'm like, whew!

When I found out that coffins are padded, I stopped fearing death.

Reality TV is the perfect antidote to people who don't have enough self-centered douchebags in their life.

I'm no longer afraid of not making enough mistakes.