I used to be scared of pretty girls, until one confessed they're just as scared of me.
I was the kid next door's imaginary friend.
I was sleeping the other night, alone, thanks to the exterminator.
I was walking down fifth avenue today and I found a wallet, and I was gonna keep it, rather than return it, but I thought: well, if I lost a hundred and fifty dollars, how would I feel? And I realized I would want to be taught a lesson.
Computers aren't intelligent, they only think they are.
I have a lot more things to talk about now because I'm an adult.