I think I've always had a disconnect from what I'm supposed to be like.

If I'm having a fancy glass of champagne, I'll always mix it with the champagne of beers. Because I deserve all the champagnes.

As you can see, I speak many languages, including the language of sex.

No one knows who the real me is, so I can be a hundred different kinds of me.

1st Valentine's Day: 200,000 BC men and women congregate on opposite sides of Pangaea, waiting for someone to make the first move.

Some women were talking about how I put out. And that's just not that case. I don't put out - unless I'm asked very, very politely, and that's not putting out, that's just giving in.

I used to carry a rabbit's foot for luck. Then it was a monkey's paw. Now it's a camel's toe.