I feel like my life is just passing me by like two ships in the night. And I have missed both boats.
If olive oil comes from olives, then where does baby oil come from?
Delusions of grandeur make me feel a lot better about myself.
Just think: your family are the people most likely to give you the flu.
Like what's the point being a health nut by day if you're a coke head at night.
To think, we have the garment industry instead of nature to thank for the zipper concept when it would have come in so handy for childbirth.