My daughter refuses to call me mother in public; my little grandson calls me Spongeslob Squarebottom, and nobody else ever calls me at all.
I was my own buddy in camp.
My routines come out of total unhappiness. My audiences are my group therapy.
I succeeded by saying what everyone else is thinking.
I wish I had a twin, so I could know what I'd look like without plastic surgery.
I was not an attractive child.