I'm a big believer in overcoming and achieving and doing things and not feeling sorry for yourself.
But I don't want to lose touch with things like eating in Bob's Big Boy.
You know what I worry about? I worry that when I hit my head, it pushes my hair into my brain, and it will eventually kill me.
If frogs could fly... well we'd still be in this mess, but wouldn't it be neat?
If I wasn't a comic or TV star, I really wanted to be a photojournalist.
Just because a guy has a shaved head, pierced nipples, and doesn't have sex with women doesn't make him gay. It just makes him down on his luck.