Apparently there is no profit in the unique, or not enough to make it worthwhile to preserve. Ultimately it drains the life out of us, and existentialism starts to make more and more sense.

I don't believe pumpkin pie is even made from pumpkin. I mean, how can something that smells that shitty make a pie so sweet? There's not enough sugar in the universe.

I don't need politicians doing a 24-hour prayer with Oral Roberts to get our country back on track.

North Korea is the country that the monkeys in the Wizard of Oz came from.

I do have certain feelings. My feeling is that whoever is in charge, I want him out.

Ninety percent of a shirt that not only was bright purple and green but with a design on it that, if you moved too quickly, might cause a seizure in an unsuspecting onlooker.

I'm amazed that anyone is interested in what I have to say.