No one knows who the real me is, so I can be a hundred different kinds of me.
If you were to send a werewolf to the moon, would he be a werewolf permanently?
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.
One good thing about being locked in a cage: No responsibility!
Turkeys are peacocks that have really let themselves go.
At first the kid kicking the back of my airplane seat was enraging. Then I imagined it was a broken massage chair and I kinda liked it.