My space chums think reality was once a primitive method of crowd control that got out of hand. In my view, it’s absurdity dressed up in a three-piece business suit.
When I first came into this world, Elvis was already fat.
Reality is just a collective hunch.
It's one thing to tolerate a boring marriage; a boring affair does not make sense.
I have gained and lost the same 10 pounds so many times over and over again my cellulite must have deja vu!
My mom says I have to be more positive, and I say life has to be more positive too or it's just not going to work.