The only legitimate excuse you could have for having a baby in those dire, war torn, famine struck conditions - would be to eat it.

So you stick something up your ass, and you hope it might work, and it usually helps.

The more business gets involved, the less fun it is.

People talk to you and they try to convince you that they like what they do just because it sucks less than what they used to do... which sucked a lot.

America takes credit for giving you freedom that you had anyway. It's like going to a wedding and putting your tag on somebody elses box.

I sometimes wonder if necrophiliacs are really into dead people or if they just enjoy the quiet.

Statistical high Vegas odds probability is that nothing of any significance will ever happen to you in your entire boring life.