Life is a series of dogs.

If voting changed anything, it would be illegal.

If black boxes survive air crashes - why don't they make the whole plane out of that stuff?

People who ask "Can I ask you a question?" Didn't really give me a choice, did ya there buddy?

Instead of thinking about the sex, I'd always think about the clap and the crabs those people have.

I have things that are strident and confrontational, and I have a lot of things that are childlike and innocent and sort of sweet. So, somewhere in between lies the middle of me.

Think of how strange we'd look if all the cuts, burns, scrapes, bruises, scratches, bumps, gashes, and scabs we ever had suddenly reappeared on our bodies at the same time.