As a teenager I just wanted to fit in, just to be one of the boys. It was tough. I went to an all black school. I went so far as to have them print my negative in the yearbook. I think it was the black teeth that gave me away.
Where there's a will there's a dead person.
My doctor gave me two weeks to live. I hope they're in August.
I was an ugly baby. On my birth certificate there was a listing for Probable Cause.
I fear one day I'll meet God, he'll sneeze and I won't know what to say.
A lot of people wonder how you can tell if you're really in love. Just ask yourself this question: 'Would I mind being financially destroyed by this person?'