I'm the Forrest Gump of comedy.
Having sex with a dead grammar teacher is a violation of past tense usage.
I don't like to generalize, but if you see a guy with his shirt tucked into his shorts, he's probably killed three or four children.
There's a big difference between poll workers and pole workers. Sadly.
As I die, and my life flashes before my eyes, I want to see who made faces at me when I turned my head. That's all I want to see.
I don't really like myself, but I'm way into me, physically.