After obsessively Googling symptoms for four hours, I discovered 'obsessively Googling symptoms' is a symptom of hypochondria.
I've got butterflies in my stomach... because I ate a cocoon quesadilla!
I'm more American than apple pie. I'm like apple pie, with a hot dog in it.
Gravitas is the soup bone in the stew of television news.
Young girls are obsessed with having a thigh gap. I blame the impossible body standards set by Spongebob.
I believe in pulling yourself up by your own bootstraps. I believe it is possible — I saw this guy do it once in Cirque du Soleil. It was magical.