Cotton candy. Like eating a cloud of diabetes.
You rarely get a convincing lecture on playing to your strength from a bald guy with a ponytail.
Why do old people drive with their mouths open?
This is just a hunch, but I bet airplanes think helicopters are assholes.
As hipster chicks age, and their skin starts to sag, tramp stamps sink below waistbands, like the sun slipping into the sea.
A lot of people have a particular song that, no matter their mood, turns them on. With me, it's Eleanor Rigby.