I'm not really cool, or dashing, or any of those things.
My theory is that comedy comes from little people.
I've pretty much given up on the orange. I really have. I just don't even bother. It's just either sour, or woody, or the skin's too thick. It's very nice when you come across the perfect orange, because it's really a beautiful experience. But the stakes are too high.
Fathers should start teaching the boys how to punch.
Comedy is actually very macho driven.
My cancer continues to make for all kind of hilarity.