I was eating some candy and looked on the wrapper, and it said made from natural and artificial flavors. You could just say flavors.

Everybody knew that you should never provoke a rattlesnake, much less tie it into a bow. But that didn't stop Judd. What did stop him was the rattlesnake.

My credit card company says I have an outstanding balance. I'm flattered.

I know about Woodstock probably as much as your average person who is over 30, where I'd know Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Grateful Dead.

I wonder if there were any goths in gothic times. They're like: You look completely appropriate. You don't look stupid or lonely at all.

Cotton candy is the perfect snack for when I'm in the mood to eat dry, scratchy fabric.

I have an erratic drummer for anybody who's just listening to this, he can keep time, but just in spurts.