Everybody knows pretty much everything about me. I emptied all the skeletons out of my closet a long time ago.

Never has my flabber been so completely gasted.

I lost 150 lbs. if you include my wife.

I hunt feral hogs. I try not to shoot creatures. That doesn't do anything for me. But big, nasty, smelly, bristly things with tusks that destroy everything that they touch. Yeah, I'll shoot them.

I was swinging like a toilet door on a prawn trawler.

The course is so long, I had to take the curvature of the Earth into consideration.

I don't want anybody to understand what my depression feels like because in order to understand it you have to have been there, and I don't want anybody else to go.