How many people here have telekenetic powers? Raise my hand.
I got some new underwear the other day. Well, new to me.
He taught me never to smile, which helps me when I visit disaster sites.
I'd be in the backyard minding my own business. The other kids would call me names, like meatball head or neo-Calvinist. I'd run after them, but lucky for them the chain would snap my neck back.
I ran five miles today. Then, finally, I said, 'Here, lady...take your purse.'
Every time I see Dan Quayle I feel like buying a vowel.