When telling a story about how wasted you were last night, stop.
I have never been in a bad mood and near a beach ball at the same time. Causation? Correlation? Or fate?
Overheard today in restaurant: Can you stop listening to our conversation?
A mobile home with a flat tire is a home.
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.
I think my favorite sound is the sound of someone not playing the bongos.