It's Thursday and it really feels like a Thursday. Sometimes things just work out.
Whenever I'm on my computer, I don't type 'lol'. I type 'lqtm' - laugh quietly to myself. It's more honest.
I am a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a pita. Why the pita? That counts as another mystery.
One of the most difficult and ironic murder weapons is the life jacket.
I wear dark sunglasses when I want my head to look more like a limousine.
I wrapped my Christmas presents early this year, but I used the wrong paper. See, the paper I used said 'Happy Birthday' on it. I didn't want to waste it so I just wrote 'Jesus' on it.