I diagnosed my loneliness as premature empty nest syndrome.
If you are feeling overly optimistic the Republican Candidates Debate is on.
Turkeys are peacocks that have really let themselves go.
I would imagine that Bret would taste like a warm goat cheese, and Jemaine would taste like harvati with dill. Hmm...I'm hungry actually.
Mel: What was your name again? Rain: Rain. Mel: Oh that's nice. Kind of like bad weather.
I'd hate to be a writer forever and never perform, and I'd hate to perform and not write. I get sad if time has passed and I haven't written or made anything. I'm an artist.