I am faced with a bruising dilemma: pay to fix the dishwasher or continue serving everything in waffle cones.

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

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.

I think I had an argument with a hypnotist this morning. It makes perfect sense as I have no memory of it.

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

Whenever someone starts a statement with, Let me tell you the kind of guy I am, that is a great time to start sawing your own head off.

I tried synchronized swimming, but felt, over time, I was just going through the motions.