When you see somebody walking down the street wearing a Superman t-shirt, you just want to shoot them in the chest ... when they start to bleed go, I guess not

When people refer to 'Back in the Day,' it was a Wednesday. Just a little fun fact for you.

I don't hate anyone. I simply block them out using hellish visions in a blind white rage. But if I see them out I'm pleasant.

You know you're lazy when you run out of toilet paper and use the cardboard roll to wipe with.

Drive, ego and cocksureness are all essential elements in terms of getting exactly what you want but losing everything you've got.

My fam is just a regular family. But all of them have great senses of humor.

Why do they call it the restroom? Is there anybody just resting in this room?