I'm not naked, I'm in the band.
I washed mud off of mud.
When I was five years old I was on a merry go round. There was a gunshot nearby. The horses stampeded. There I was running down the street on a purple wooden horse.
Right now I’m having amnesia and déjà vu at the same time. I think I’ve forgotten this before.
Hermits have no peer pressure.
My house is made out of balsa wood, so when I want to scare the neighborhood kids I lift it over my head and tell them to get out of my yard or I'll throw it at them.