I'm competitive at everything.
Every election I have to hold my nose to vote.
It sucks being fat, you know.
I love the normalcy of Cleveland. There's regular people there.
If frogs could fly... well we'd still be in this mess, but wouldn't it be neat?
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.