I think you have a lot to offer... not necessarily as a person, but as an organ donor.
Being proud of your nationality is like congratulating yourself for inheriting money.
I wonder if anybody ever decided to commit suicide, then thought; but first I'm going to stop by that taco place I like so much.
Misery loves company which is ironic because it rarely throws dinner parties.
A picture is worth a thousand words, but conversations with them generally end in dissapointment.
Was thinking of taking a yoga class, then realized I wasn't gay. Whew. Close one.