I was at the Wal-Mart, which is where I think everybody goes eventually. If they die without Christ.
I'm not a fatalist; even if I were, what could I do about it?
Once I was in a restaurant and I dropped my fork on the floor, and they gave me a new fork. So I pushed my girlfriend out of her chair.
I'm filthy stinking rich - well, two out of three ain't bad.
I have a lot more things to talk about now because I'm an adult.
Even the worst comic is at least somewhat entertaining, if only in a pathological way, for five minutes.