It's a wonder you don't see the zebra being trotted out as a metaphor for racial harmony more often.

Trannies dress up like women, then try to bang straight guys. They're the adrenaline junkies of gayness.

Not sure how I feel about reality. I'm going to begin purchasing stuffed animals and endowing them with the qualities people in my life lack.

My bedroom is so messy, if I died of natural causes, the cops would be like no he didn't, clearly there was a struggle.

We're born alone and we die alone. So in between, let's spend time with people that make us feel good... or at least put-out.

I would imagine that not having any potential could be less difficult than not fulfilling it.

I'm neither professional fighter nor physicist, therefore on some level I will always consider myself a failure.