I'm sorry, those pictures from the Abu Ghraib. At first, they, like infuriated me, I was sad. Then like, a couple days later, after they cut the guy's head off, they didn't seem like much. And now, I like to trade them with my friends.

Detroit's so bad this year they might lose their bye week.

Political Correctness is inverted McCarthyism.

In the late twentieth century, staying sober has become just as much an addiction as getting wasted.

That kid's got an arm like Uncle Fester at an exhibition of Pre-Colombian... um, Christ, I lost it. I was going for something thick. So what's with the beard, Grizzly Fouts?

I have sympathy for any human being that's driven by their limbic part of their brain. We all know that exists in a person.

Born again?! No, I'm not. Excuse me for getting it right the first time.