I like to think of murder-suicide as extreme multitasking.
If you want to see what I'll look like as an old guy, check out any recent photo of me.
Showing joy by jumping up and down and clapping goes away at some point between pre-school and being old enough to go to orgies.
I try to live in the moment, but by the time I get there it's too late.
Just saw a woman with a big tattoo of Jesus on her back. I guess it's an ixnay on the oggy style-day.
If you gave a bag of potato chips to the guy who invented Pringles, he'd look at you like you were trying to hand him an abortion.