It says on the back of the Nyquil box, 'May cause drowsiness.' It should say, 'Don't make any plans, OK? Kiss your family and friends good-bye.'
All men hear is blah, blah, blah, blah, SEX, blah, blah, blah, FOOD, blah, blah, blah, BEER.
I can't text. My fingers are too big.
I want you to take away the hope because that's the thing that's killing me.
Worrying about tomorrow is the best way to screw up today.
Let me tell you something: I love the Yankees. And let me tell you why: because without the Yankees, there is nobody to hate.