I was the class podiatrist. I never made it to class clown. I wasn't funny enough. I would examine feet and prescribe and ointment. It was a sad childhood.
If someone else is paying for it, food just tastes a lot better.
If I could cause world peace by taking someone out to lunch, I'd go, 'Well, war isn't that terrible.'
If they'd wanted a nice parrot, they wouldn't have asked for me.
I would show up at a party for Al Qaeda if you said there's going to be a dinner.
You know what my theory is? Accept me or go to hell.