Is it time for your medication or mine?

I remember the excruciating school task of writing a three-page term paper. But, oh, that feeling when I was done! I think I drive myself for that feeling of accomplishment.

It's not the tales of Stephen King that I've read, I need protection from the things in my head . . .

I can only say the first thing that pops into my mind is I remember, years ago, seeing kind of a has-been country singer working - when I first moved to Nashville - in a bar in a Holiday Inn.

My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus. It's that kind of morning.

Cheeseburger in paradise!

I'd like to be a jellyfish, 'cause jellyfish don't pay rent.