I think pickles are cucumbers that sold out. They sold their soul to the devil, and the devil is dill.

I went to a pizzeria. The guy gave me the smallest slice possible. If the pizza was a pie chart with what would you do if you found a million dollars, he gave me the "Donate it to charity" slice. "I'd like to exchange this for the 'Keep it!'"

I would like to go fishing and catch a fish stick. That would be convenient. I could easily get a job at Mrs. Paul's.

A burrito is a sleeping bag for ground beef.

I remixed a remix, it was back to normal.

I have an idea for sweatshops: air conditioning! That's simple. 14 year old boys working twelve hour days? "Yeah, but they're comfortable!"

I would not want to be a mobile home repo man. Those would be hard to sneak away - "Knock knock - Hi, would you go cut your grass and look that way for a half an hour?"