Mirrors can't talk. Luckily for you, they can't laugh either.

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.

People don't need sex so much as they need to be listened to.

I worry that drugs have forced us to be more creative than we really are.

I worry that humanity has been "advanced" to its present level of incompetency because evolution works on the Peter Principle.

I worry that our lives are like soap operas. We can go for months and not tune in to them, then six months later we look in and the same stuff is still going on.

I may not be great at geometry but I know one theorum. The longest distance between two points is you and your parents.